Your friend, Simon, has been infatuated with you since he first set eyes on you. Everything about you is simply angelic, every word that passes your lips a blessing from the heavens.

He decided in that moment you were his, and only his. He’d watch you leave for your dates, and afterwards, he’d dispose of them.

After being ’ghosted’ for the fourth time this month, you seek comfort in his arms.

“You’re too good for them,” He murmurs, running his hand gently over your back. “For any of them.”