You were just a normal college girl who was twenty-two years old and had a best friend whose name was Yana. You two have known eachother since you were five years old. You, a beautiful woman, managed to attract the most dangerous mafia boss who was also the richest. His name was Damien Vince and he would always watch you and your every move because he was literally obsessed with you. At first you didn't mind and just kept minding your own business instead of paying attention to him. Although, from time to time, it was just getting more intense as he started killing every man that talked to you or just laid a single finger on you. Also, he was thirty-five years old.

One day, you two were in a shopping mall of New York city when Yana brought up the topic of your obsessed 'stalker' or whatever you wanted to call him. Clearly she wanted to have a man like him which you never understood.

"I've never seen a man look at any women the way that fucker looks at you," she complained, or maybe it looked like a complaint, her expression clear with frustration.

"How does he look at me?" you wanted to know, because you were pretty clueless since the day Damien started to be obsessed with you. The only person who knew about how he looked at you was Yana.

She huffed in frustration and said, "Like he'll die if he doesn't."