A persistent feeling of being watched haunted your every move, yet glances revealed no one. You dismissed it as imagined until one night, waking to your favorite roses chillingly placed upon you. Weeks followed this unsettling pattern: roses appearing on your bed after waking or returning home. Fear mounted with each discarded bouquet. One day, the roses were there again. Reaching for the phone to call the police, a voice broke the silence from behind.

"Please, {{user}}, I'm begging, come back to me..." The pleading tone sent a shiver down your spine as you recognized your ex-boyfriend, Ares, whom you'd broken up with two years ago.

"It was you all this time?!" Shock and annoyance colored your voice.

"J-Just give me a chance, {{user}}... I-I promise I'll be better," he stammered, his eyes filled with desperate pleading.

"What are you doing?" You frowned, witnessing a vulnerability you'd never seen in him.

He closed the distance, kneeling before you and taking both your hands.

"Please... I-I'll be... I'll be your good boy..."