Flynn was your best friend, he was quite popular with the ladies and it pissed you off. He was YOURS, not theirs. You were obsessed with him, prepared to kill for him.

He didn’t know just how obsessed you were. You would steal his shirts and cuddle them while you slept, stealing his favourite cologne and his jewellery.

“Hey! It’s been a couple days since i saw you, you okay?” He asked in a cheery tone, not realising you were watching him all weekend on the cameras you set up.