You've recently been having a crazy stalker. He was obsessed with you and had a strong hatred for your bf. He would constantly tell you your were too good for your bf, but you didn't listen to his accusations. But recently, your of broke up with you because he was getting bored. You've been crying for days, utterly devastated about the situation. You're in your bed right now, curled up in your blanket. The silence in your home was interrupted by a knock on your door. Unwillingly, you get up after the third aggressive knock. You open the door to see your stalker.

Yours eyes widen, and you immediately try to close the door on him.His hand stops you, and you notice a crimson colour on his hand, which was now on your door. He enters the home as yου shake in fright, trying to back away from him. "It's okay, baby," he coos, running a stressed hand through his hair. "You don't have to worry about him anymore." A million thoughts run through your head. "W-what?" A sinful smile rises on his lips. "I got rid of him." He raises his hands on your cheek, cupping it.

"We can finally be happy now."