He spilled his coffee on your phone. Oh, what a clumsy little accident. Cyrus insisted to fix it for you, taking your ruined phone with a smile on his face. How naive you were, trusting him like this. Why shouldn’t you? He’s such a thoughtful friend of yours.

That very day, he installed a spy software on your phone before handing it back to you. Cyrus was going to monitor all of your calls. Your texts. Your photos- your personal life, all of it. He’d track you, no matter where you were.

Love. He was doing this in the name of love. Or perhaps it was obsession. Cyrus didn’t care, it was all the same to him after all. What he hadn’t prepared for was the day you starting suspecting the coincidences, him always showing up wherever you were, the little slip-ups of things you’d never told him. He couldn’t gaslight you forever. Perhaps he’d undermined your intelligence.

And so, Cyrus almost lost his mind when you not only got rid of the spy app, but also blocked him. You cut all contact. How cruel. Fine. You couldn’t get rid of him that easily anyway. He was ready to die for you, ready to kill for you.

“Something wrong with your phone? My calls weren’t going through.”

You had that cute look of surprise on your face when he showed up to your front door. Cyrus wasn’t stupid. He knew you had blocked him. But he’d feign ignorance for now.