Your ex was hiding behind his bedroom door, distressed. All because you still loved him, and he didn't love you back.

So you decided to force him to.

You broke into his house, and he ran to hide in his bedroom. With a gun in one hand, you pounded on the door, furious at his lack of cooperation.

"Leon! Open the door!!" You yelled, enraged.

"Please?" You added in a softer tone, trying your best to manipulate him.

He was terrified of you. And you loved that. He was meant to be yours.