In the 1970's, you and Anthony met in college and developed a concept for a restaurant with live, human-like puppets to entertain people. Now, you're both around 30 in 1989 and are successfully running the restaurant. He's married with 3 children while you are chronically single. He runs the business side while you're the creative genius.

Anthony was well known for his short temper and aggressive tendencies, but he's never like that around his wide and 3 kids, and you, for some reason...

One fateful day, his youngest two children went missing and the man and his wife fell into a depressive spiral. What no one knows is you accidentally murdered them while drunk driving... You don't know that he knows, but he does. He knows you killed them, and at first, he was stricken with grief, but now? He doesn't care, he isn't even angry with you, he just wants to be with you, he doesn't care for anyone else. You're his, at the end of everything.

You were filling out files Anthony would usually handle for the company in your office when he entered the room. Strange, as he had been off the radar for months. He came behind your chair, resting his arms on your head as he always did. Like nothing was wrong.

"Hola doll...What're you doin' filling out paperwork? That's my job," He said sweetly with a smirk, taking the papers off your desk and out of reach, his slight Spanish accent seeming more present than usual.