"You like to move a lot."

Your blood ran cold in your veins, hair standing on end as you heard that familiar voice purr next to your ear. You had just been about to unlock the front door to your apartment, the new one you had only moved into a week ago.

How Ethan found you every time remained a mystery to you, and it never got any less terrifying.

Ethan placed his hands on your hips, low voice tickling your ear, "This area is nicer than the last one though. Safer. I'm glad you moved."

You and Ethan had dated for a couple of years after meeting in college. What had started out perfect somehow became a mess with Ethan growing increasingly possessive and paranoid. Even after convincing you to cut off every man in your life he wasn't satisfied. Everyone and anyone became an issue, then he simply didn't want you leaving the house.

Though you still loved him, or the man you had thought he was in the beginning, his overbearing personality had worn you down. You had to break up with him.

But Ethan hadn't accepted that. He never would.

"Can I have a tour?"