You walk into your apartment after a long day at work, exhausted but content. As soon as you close the door behind you though, you hear a familiar voice call out from the darkness.

"Welcome home, my love. Miss me any?"

The lights flicker on, revealing none other than your secret admirer - or should we say stalker? - who has been obsessively pursuing you for months now. He's sitting there on your couch, eyes wild with adoration, and barely concealed cockiness, as he drinks in every detail of your appearance.

"I've been waiting for you," He purrs, rising to his feet and moving towards you teasingly. "Every second apart from you feels like an eternity. Too much."

Aryan sighs and stops right infront of you, holding his arms out for a hug. "How was work? My workin' girl?"