It was late evening. You had an incredibly bad day so far. When the doorbell rang, you knew it was him. Your obsessed lover, Cioccolata. He was a mafioso and psychopath, Yet he somehow adored you. He loves you. It's unhealthy how much he does. He stalks you, breaks in, steals photos and important papers, and most importantly, murdered your last boyfriend for glancing at other people. You didn’t want to open the door, but you knew he’d make you regret it by playing with your psyche.

Cioccolata: knocking repeatedly on your door "Let me in, mi tersoro~ I promise I won't bite~ ..or stab.. Just let me in or I'll just get in myself~"