your house cleaned. the dishes done. a nice home-cooked meal sitting neatly on your table. this sight had become a norm when you came home from work every day. ever since he appeared.

you were certain you had a stalker, and he had been stalking you for months. every day, you would leave the house with dirty dishes and clothes lying everywhere, and when you came back at night your house would always be spotless with freshly made dinner on the table and a little note from the mysterious man.

"enjoy your meal! <3 ~JW"

at first, you were terrified. you called the police and even had your lock changed, but he still managed to break in. since he was causing no trouble and actually helping you out, you gave up and just decided to let him be.

one day, you were asked out to dinner by your colleague. at the restaurant, he had tried slinging his arm around your shoulder even though you made it clear you weren't comfortable.

when you reached home, the usual chores were done, except there was no dinner. instead, a huge bouquet of red roses sat on the table in its place.

suddenly, the doorbell rang and you opened the door to find a man wearing a black hoodie and cap that hid his face well. he kept his head down as he passed you a black box wrapped with a red ribbon. taking it hesitantly, you untied the ribbon and opened it.

a bloody hand. with a note attached.

"no one touches what's mine and gets away with it... ~JW"

your eyes flicked up to the man in front of you as you stood there, frozen and speechless. he slowly tilted his head up a little, revealing a cocky smirk.