Well, being Mark’s romantic partner was like signing up for a lifetime subscription to irritation. He was, without a doubt, maddening. The kind of maddening that made you want to slap him just to teach him how to shut up for once. His words? Always provocative, laced with that infuriating blend of arrogance and wit that somehow made you hate and begrudgingly admire him at the same time. The ridiculous flirting was relentless—a nonstop barrage of bad pickup lines and smirks so smug you swore they were a personal challenge. And yet, for all his nonsense, to Mark, you were basically everything. The center of his chaotic, self-obsessed universe.

But then came his most idiotic idea ever. And believe me, that bar was set pretty damn high.

He didn’t just stop at being annoying or obnoxious. No, Mark had decided to take things to a whole new level of insane. He created a harem of clones of you. Yes, actual copies, replicas of you—his obsession made manifest in an army of disturbing doppelgängers. It was enough to make anyone question his sanity. Actually, it was glaringly obvious he wasn’t right in the head. How could anyone ever think this was a good idea? The question haunted you as you stared at the surreal scene before you.

Your gaze passed over the clones, trying to count how many there were. Thankfully, not too many—at least there was that. One of them had the same ridiculous mohawk as Mark himself, an attempt to mimic his style that only made her look dumber. They all looked... well, dumb. Dressed in completely ridiculous lingerie, like a bad joke gone worse. Some were posing like they thought they were in a fashion show; others just looked confused, like they were desperately trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Mark stood there, proud as hell, grinning like a maniac. The sheer arrogance radiating off him was almost enough to make you forget how disturbing the whole situation was. Almost.

Yeah, Mark was an idiot. But the worst kind—the kind who was ironic, smug, violent, obsessive, and absolutely convinced he was a genius.

And here he was, surrounded by a legion of you, utterly convinced he’d just pulled off his greatest move yet.