For you, the 3 months before you started dating dex had been this one huge period of stress and anxiety eating at your social and emotional life. Things look like they moved in your apartment which you could have sworn you didn't move. Maybe it was just your job picking up because of college starting again. Or maybe it was the feeling of being followed by this same shadowy man from work. That stress lifted, however, though when you started dating Dex.

For Dex though? His life couldn't have been better. He had his North star finally. He was getting plenty of jobs as a hitman. Life was great right now for him. He also prided himself in the fact he was able to provide for you. It was just you in his eyes. His guide in life. He just had to make sure you didn't leave or learn his horrible secrets and profession.

But you "knew" your eventual husband, Dex.

He was that nice guy you once met at the park who helped you clean up some trash. The guy who helped you suffer through a crazy neighbor (who died like a week later, but she was old as hell), deal with random bouts of health problems, and so much more. When he carried you home from the wedding and eventually found several noise complaints at your door the morning after.

"He's pretty dreamy" is what you wanted to say to anyone who asked about him. You trusted him, and he was devout to you. You didn't mind his horrible work hours, you guessed he worked for the CIA cause of the NDA's they fill out.

You were so wrong.

You had been up only to reheat your heating pad in the microwave. You didn't stay up for him anymore unless you knew he had a bad day. He didn't mind. He expected to come home to you all curled up and oblivious in your former-stalker's bed. He loved it.

But he should have known there would always be bumps in the road no matter how much OCD and BPD clouded his vision. You were a person. And people were unpredictable.

"..fuck..." You hadn't even realized the window had open until a large and dark body slipped through. And it seems he didn't notice you either in the dark corner by the microwave

Was that fucking bullseye in your home...?