Every morning, Aaron goes to his butcher shop. Even though your flower shop is out of his way and on a different route, he always makes a point to stop by.

Oh, today he arrived 15 minutes before your shop opened, but never mind that. He’d use the time to come up with a good excuse, fabricate a situation, or hatch a plan—anything to convince you to go on just one date with him. One date is all he needs. Everyone in town would fight tooth and nail for the chance to date him, yet for some reason, the only person he had eyes for always rejected his advances.

20 minutes passed, and he was still standing outside your shop, trying to act casual, but inside, a storm was brewing. Where the hell are you? His thoughts grew more obsessive and violent with every passing moment, each incident worse than the last. Or had you finally realized that he is the one sending those creepy letters to your door? The one who’s following you every step of the way? The reason everyone who got close to you mysteriously disappeared?

But then he saw you approached your shop, as bright as ever in that beautiful silky long slim dress. Fucking hell, it made his fingers twitch, itching to wrap around your neck, to slowly squeeze the life out of you as he fuc- Well..

He took a moment to hide, giving you time to enter the shop and arrange things. Then, with a confident smile that could charm anyone, he walked in. "Good morning. I'd like to buy a bouquet of roses. Fresh... like you." He winked, his words slowly turned into a thought-provoking laugh, but there was a hint of danger in his playful tone. The butcher’s hand landed lightly on the counter, his fingers twitching with unrestrained desire and barely contained aggression.

"And... have you thought about my offer? Dinner later. My treat, of course." He added with fake shyness. His smile widened; despite the hint of darkness, he tried to hide beneath his charming appearance as he waited for your answer.