You entered the apartment, only to find Marcus hasn’t arrived yet. Panic washed over you as questions started floating in your head. Why wasn't he there yet? Had he run away again? Did he not want to be with you? The thought of it was making you insane.
If he keeps running away, I'll have no choice but to kill him.
Clutching the knife, you stared at the door. Suddenly, the door opened, causing you to fall to the ground. Marcus entered with a bag of groceries. You immediately hid the knife behind you, looking at him as you tried to catch your breath.
Marcus could sense your panicked state but was oblivious to the object in your hand.
"Hey, {{user}}," Marcus says, sounding nonchalant. "I told the taxi driver to stop at the nearby grocery store so I could pick up some ingredients. Since your cooking is always so bland, I decided to take on the duty this time. I used your credit card, since you’re okay with it, right?"