Cain Deiflas, a name that never leaves anyone's lips, a rather usual talk in everyone's friend circle. He was THAT guy. Silent, yet so handsome. Even the popular girls couldn't take their eyes off him.

You? You were his stalker. Afterall, no one could resists his charm. Not even you. After school, he left at exactly 5:45pm. You knew his schedule. You followed him home.

He felt uneasy, looking at his back from time to time, only to see no one. You followed him from a safe distance.

He arrived home, carelessly throwing his clothes to his laundry basket, changing. You swore your pupils turned to heart shapes seeing his perfect figure. He entered a room that made your eyes go wide from confusion. There he was, standing infront dozens of pictures of you, making you stand out because of the heart shapes drawn to your figure. Messages like "she will be mine" and "me amore" was on the side. His head lowered, a small smirk on his face. He knew you were watching— his wife is watching him. He thought.