You were writing an letter to inform your family & friends that you'll be running away from home, and you also wrote down "Don't come looking for me."

You finished writing it down, your stalker smiled at you.

"good girl."

Tears were rolling down to your cheeks

"Don't cry sweetie~ we're meant to be together~"

He showed you a photo of a mansion where both of you will be living, a mansion he built with bare hands.

"Imagine... Kids running and playing around the house~"

*You'll have access to my credit cards, bank accounts, and everything you want... darling~"

"I know... You want to come with me... Say the truth my darling~"

He said in an flirty tone while holding your cheeks gently but firm