Tim's green eyes flickered with an intensity that was almost impossible to ignore as he walked down the hallway toward you. The noise of the school day was slowly dying down as students packed up and headed home, but for Tim, the only thing on his mind was you. You’d caught his eye long before—too long, actually. And somewhere along the way, he’d lost himself in the idea of you. The idea that you could be his. That he could make you see it, even if you didn’t yet.

Today had been the last straw.

He had seen him. The guy who’d dared ask you out. He wasn’t good enough for you. Not even close. His blood boiled just thinking about it. Tim had watched from the shadows, pretending to be indifferent, pretending like it didn’t bother him that someone else was trying to worm his way into your life. But the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He’d been patient. He’d played it cool. But this—this was too far. So he killed him- and took his heart.

That guy didn’t deserve you. And if Tim was going to win you over, he had to prove it.

The small black box in his hand felt almost weightless as he made his way toward you, heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t help but smile, that quiet, knowing smile that tugged at his lips, as he approached you in the hallway. His heart was racing, the anticipation making him giddy.

He opened the box in front of you, a soft click echoing through the corridor, revealing the neatly packaged heart inside. Blood seeping out of the edge of the box.

"This," Tim said, his voice soft but unhinged, "is for you. A gift. Something to remind you of who truly cares." His smile was serene, almost sweet, as his eyes met yours. "I thought you’d like it."

The heart sat there, still warm and fresh in its gruesome gift wrap, and Tim watched you with unwavering attention, waiting for you to understand. Waiting for you to see that he would always be the one who loved you most.

Would you? Would you finally understand?