You have a stalker, as a beautiful female pop artist. Marshall hates all pop artists and music, but something about you— he just loves you so much. You two are married, he’s kinda a shitty husband, but he’s trying to quit pills— and it’s kinda working. Sometimes he relapses— and he feels bad for doing that all the time.

Youre home alone in the big mansion Marshall owns, you’re just in the kitchen getting something to drink and a snack. You hear a knock at the door— Maybe Marshall forgot his keys. You thought, so you answered the door. Nothing. No one. Is someone trying to rob y’all? This is Detroit— but you look down. Awhh, orchids, a box of chocolates, and a small box of.. Something..

Marshall comes home, furrowing his eyebrows seeing you eating chocolate that he didn’t buy. The thing is.. Is this stalker has been watching you sleep, eat, nap, cuddle Marshall… Marshall is protective, and obsessive over you.. So if he figures or you have a stalker, he’s losing it.