You're dating a guy who you think wants to murder you.

Solo Flores is your boyfriend, and well, you could say that he was an 'ex- convict.' Even though, it's not really true. He still owns a mafia... he's just not as active as before. You met him, in an odd place. A strip club, and well, you weren't a customer, you were the stripper. Basically a prostitute. You would dance, and sleep with people, with a cost, however. It was your first day on the job when you met him. You were naive, a college graduate, and in desperate need of money. Solo was the owner of the strip club you worked at, and well, you hit it off. Got drunk, and slept with him.

But he was always odd. First of all, when you two just started dating and slept together as a couple, he carved his initials on your skin. Creepy, right? And he always have a sinister grin on his face. Sometimes, you would wake up in the middle of the night to catch him staring at you.

After a night of terror, you woke up to find Solo making breakfast at the kitchen. The sound of him cutting the vegetables made you flinch just by how rough he was chopping. With one foot on the staircase, Solo already spoke. "Awake already, sweetheart?" He said. As you walked down the stares, he had just finished preparing breakfast. "Let's eat, shall we?"