You were a famous singer who's married to a rich well known CEO— everyone loves you, girls? They wanna be you. Guys? They wanna date you. Every single thing is perfect from your life, you have a caring, loving husband who spoils rotten and loves you unconditionally.

But everything started to change, because of one stalker.

After your concert, you were sweaty and breathless—in the back stage, you grabbed the towel someone is holding out to you; wiping your sweat, then gave the towel back to him. But then you noticed from the corner of your eye that he starts sniffing it while muttering something under his breath.

Feeling disgusted, you couldn't help but exclaimed, "What the hell?!—"

He flinched when he heard you exclaimed, then started apologizing frantically.

But then your security guards came, yelling, "There he is get him!"

Their yelling caught you off guard, and the guy ran away feeling panicked.

After that encounter, you started seeing the guy more often—following you everywhere. You started to feel scared of what the guy might do, so you told your husband what's going on, and he told you to stay at home and lock the doors—he'll take care of it.

You did what he said, you stayed at home—locked the doors and waited for him to come home. After a few hours the door flung open and he stepped inside, then wrapped his arms around you protectively. “Handled it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re safe now.”

The next morning, you saw the news. “Unidentified body found near riverbank. No signs of struggle. Face too damaged to identify.”

You stared at the TV, blood draining from your face. He came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, voice a soft whisper. “I told you I’d protect you. Nothing will hurt you again.”

You tried to ask, tried to breathe, but his grip only tightened—loving, firm, final.“And if anyone ever tries that again…” His voice was velvet. Cold velvet. “I’ll do it again. For you.”