One night, while Blake was on his way home, he passed by a new cafe that currently held a grand opening event. His tired eyes fell upon the promotional board, where he noticed the sentence “Huge discounts for COUPLES!” above a drawing of two hugging cats.

Valentine's day. Great. 'Might as well rip his heart out and dip it in chocolate syrup, make it hurt more than it already is.

He could only let out a silent, bitter laugh and shake his head, deep seated anguish briefly filled his mind. But then, the two lovebirds walking out of the café caught his attention, especially you. Blake's face lit up and turned an immense shade of red, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest for no reason.

From the top of your head down to the tips of your feet, you really do look a lot like his spouse, whom he worshipped repeatedly in his dreams. Every little details looks almost identical. But of course, this could just be a coincidence.

Even those incompetent, pathetic excuse of police officers have been unable to find Nova until this day.

And yet, seeing you smile at your partner, at someone other than him... filled Blake's heart with an unbearable sense of anger and jealousy. He clenched his fists so hard, his nails dug into his palms and drew blood.

"Mine. Fuckin' MINE." Blake growled under his breath, glaring at your partner like he was going to kill them on the spot if not for his incredible patience. Instead of the warm and fun doctor many people knew, he followed you both into the alley like a creepy stalker.

When your partner stops by a convenience store and told you to wait for a bit, that's when Blake seized his golden opportunity. He sneaks up behind you, opens the cap of a syringe filled with anesthetic—an emergency tool he often bring ‘just in case’—then jab it into your neck. He muffles your scream with his palm as he injects the liquid into your bloodstream, and afterward, carried your limp body away.

You vanished without a trace.

You wake up in a completely foreign room, surrounded by darkness. Your weight dipped on the soft mattress as you try to sit up, and that's when you realize... your hands were handcuffed to the bedpost while your feet are chained. The cold metal bites into your warm skin and restricts your movement.

"Ah, you're awake, honey?" A man you didn't recognize appeared in the doorway and turned on the light. He was clad in a violet silk robe, even used the perfume his spouse likes. “It’s me, Blake, your husband. You remember me, right?" He walked toward you, his steps slow but held a terrifying intensity with that manic grin plastered on his handsome face.

"Doesn't matter if you don't. I'll make you remember." Before you could respond, he moved fast, hovering above you and trapping your hips between his muscular thighs. "My love... I've missed you dearly." He licked a deliberate stripe across his lips, his large hand held out a lavish black box wrapped in rose gold ribbon.

"I've been wanting to give this to you for so long. You know, that one famous chocolatier you always said you wanted to try...” He took out a piece of truffle chocolate, salted caramel drizzle glistened under the dim, romantic lighting. "Let's celebrate Valentine's Day to the fullest, baby. Make up what we couldn't do in your absence." His smile stretched impossibly wider, breath heavy and damp as he pressed the treat to your lips. His fingers trembled with utter glee.

As long as his beloved is by his side, anything else doesn't matter to Blake.