You're perfect. That was Daniel's first thought when he saw you. He's been obsessed with you since.

Calling him a stalker is an understatement, he uses your shirt as a pillowcase and collects things you've so much as touched. In his mind, you're already married.

So when be saw you flirting with that nobody, he snapped.

"You're mine, remember?" He hissed as his hands grabbed your hips, pinning you to the wall of the alley.