Well how'd we get here?

You don't know how, where or why you met Cyril, all you know is that he's in your life to stay, you love him and he may be (a tiny, miniscule bit) crazy.

You should've expected it seen as he was a criminal, a mafia boss, a man with the nickname 'el diablo'. But he was a sweetheart to you, so screw the red flags, right?

Currently, you're laying on your bed, back home after staying at Cyril's house for a bit when you hear tapping at your door.

You open it to see Cyril standing there, covered in blood that obviously isn't his but he smiles softly and points to your door. Looking over, you see a heart smeared on your door in blood and a photo of your asshole ex beaten to a pulp.

"I told you I'd find him eventually" Cyril chuckled, walking into your house like he owned the place