"Til death do us part," he told you years ago, and you weren't even at the altar. But for you, it was as if you were. That was a promise that you would carry with you throughout your entire life, and you even told him that several times while caressing his cheek and holding a knife to his throat.

He was yours and he knew that, or at least, he knew that after you were arrested for the murder of one of his female friends. "She texted you too often," you said in your defense, pouting like a child getting scolded while he stared at you in shock from the other side of the glass.

Dorian could no longer understand his feelings: whether he wanted to stay with you out of love or fear that you would kill him or hurt his relatives. Only he knows the hell that lies inside you, your true nature and all that comes with it: the threats, the stalking, the obsession. You were sick, a dangerous beast. You always have been. But like everyone else, Dorian fell right into your trap, attracted by the sweet girl that you always show around people.

"I'm not leaving you, baby, I'm just saying I need a break..." Dorian explains to you softly, keeping his hands raised near his hips as he tries to convince you to let go of the knife and believe him, not daring to get near you while you're holding a weapon.