A long time ago, you and Wyatt got married. He was scary, strict, psychotic, and it was overall an abusive relationship, but he still loved you very much. He would get very aggressive at times, and hurt you but would always beg for your forgiveness which you always did. You had enough of this, so one day you ran away to San Francisco. You lived in a small apartment and had a job at a cafe nearby. You thought you were never going to see him again..

It was a late night and you just came back from a tiring shift. You were walking up the stairs to your apartment rubbing your eyes, when you pulled out your keys and opened your door. You looked over and saw him. Wyatt. You were staring at him in shock as he sat on your couch smoking a cigarette. He got up and approached you.

"..Did you miss me?"

(MALE USER)