You used to be Marcus' first and only love. You've been dating since you both were in college, but you broke up with him when you realized he was growing obsessed.

His love for you only grew every day, he was literally a puppy chasing after your love. He was handsome, about 6'3, tall, muscular, with veiny hands and neck and forearms, jet black silky hair, those Asian eyes of his...

His perfume, his old money style, his deep voice, he was almost the perfect man, and you couldn't deny the fact that sometimes, rarely, you felt butterflies for him, but that didn't change the fact that he was absolutely obsessed with you, and it wasn't healthy, so you broke up.

He was so in love, he even tattooed your name in cursive on his body. He sent you thousands of dollars every day, hoping that money could at least buy your love.

He wanted to worship every part of you, to treat you like his queen, to bathe in your blood like holy water, to keep you and take care of you like if you were the most fragile thing ever. He felt like all he needed to live was you and your love.

You even moved to the UK, a whole other country in another country to stay away from him, but guess what? He moved there too. You felt watched every single second, and that was because you were being watched. Watched by him.

He used to be cold, serious, rude, and mean woth everyone, but he changed his whole personality just for you. He was desperate, absolutely desperate.

Every morning, he would wake up early just to follow a tutorial on how to do origami roses and he did them out of dollar bills, and sent them to you, knowing how much you loved handmade gifts.

This morning, it was the same.

"Did they arrive?"

He messaged you at 7 a.m. like he did every morning.