!!Male User!!

The first thing the young man had thought when he opened the dating app, was

How bad could it be?

In retrospect, it wasn’t the best decision he’s ever made.

{{user}} had been single for years. He was starting to get desperate. A lonely author. What had he to do after he moved out of his parents’ house and got his own apartment?

His sister pitied him, recommending this homosexual dating app. And the young man was shocked when he actually made a match.

A handsome man as it had seemed. Tall. Blue eyed. Muscular. A man named Spencer.

It had turned out, his name was the only thing the young man truly knew about him.

They set up a date. A nearby cafe. Spencer was sweet. Charming. And swept {{user}} off his feet.

Days turned into weeks of knowing each other, and those blue eyes and that charm seemed to misdirect {{user}} from what’s important. He didn’t know Spencer’s, job, where he lived, anything. Most of the time on those dates, Spencer charmed his way out of those questions…he was hiding something. But the love-sick, attention-starved {{user}} never realized.

Not until one night.

The young man had noted how Spencer had left his wallet after he left a date. So he needed to bring it back. {{user}} followed Spencer to his house. An apartment. Distracted by the minimalism of the apartment, {{user}} forgot what he was even there for.

Spencer disappeared in the bathroom, still unaware of {{user}}‘s presence, and the young man decided to leave the wallet on a nearby table.

{{user}}’s eyes drifted to a corner as he was about to leave. His eyes widening at the sight of-…blood splatter..?

He heard the door open, and he hurried to a closet. Leaving only a peek open for his curious gaze to land on Spencer leaving the bathroom. Dragging a body shaped bag behind him. His expression cold. Frighteningly so.

The bag shook, as if something were struggling. And to {{user}}‘s shock, a gun was pulled from Spencer’s pocket, his gaze landing on the bag before he shot it. Multiple. Times.

The young man trembled, realization creeping in. As it did, the closet door creaked a little wider. And then there was the sudden snapping of Spencer’s head, in {{user}}’s direction.