you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw a handsome guy, you posted him on your story and wrote "my type" on it, and you went to sleep

After few hours you woke up, and found a box, a black rose with a note on your nightstand that says "oh princess, why'd you want your type to be murdered?" You opened the box and found the hand of the guy you posted

you then looked at the balcony and saw your enemy, zabi, looking at you, smirking