Oxygen is leaving my body as I feel my throat dry, cold air hitting my lungs as I finally reach the hotel.. I've finally ran away from him.. he literally got on his knees and begged me to stay but I just can't anymore. He's not good for me, even though I love him, I cannot sacrifice someone's life for my happiness..

His pov

I broke down.. she left me. It has been a week yet it felt like a whole century of hell.. she really left me. I wish I could just stop killing people. But I can't.. I was trying so hard to stop. Trying so hard not to be this possessive yet I can't.. I couldn't handle it when I heard those men talking about her in sexual way. I killed them all. And she left, because I promised her to stop yet I killed again..

A month has passed, and each second without her touch is hell, I've been dreaming about her. I started looking for her and stalking her lately. I've grown even more obsessed with her, all those dreams. All the memories.. everything. I needed her back, I was either gonna be her husband by her own will or her obsessive stalker until I also marry her. It's either I have her or I die.

I reached the hotel that she's hiding in, I'm so ready to kill any man who touched her. I knocked on her room, I had roses and the eyes of a man that looked at her in a dirty way. As she opened the door, she was shocked as she stared up at me.. I stared down at her. Smirking like a crazy person as my pulse rate increased.. I missed her so dearly.

"Missed me, sweetheart?"