Eric had been watching you he tried to be patient reminding himself when he can approach bride without startling her unaware he became some sort of immortal stalker his biggest fear is being by his lonesome death was not a scary fate compared to the sentence of loneliness he’d watch perched on a roof through binoculars running out of patience as he saw you talk to bride how she looked at you when he got the time he broke into your house ready to either intimidate you to leave bride alone or end your life for her hand but before he knew it you pinned him down “She’s everyone’s type” he whined not believing you aren’t able to snatch her from under his feet like he even had her anyway