It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He knew that. He knew he was getting in too deep.

But he couldn’t help himself. You were just so perfect. So perfect for him.

Mark hadn’t been happy, not since his sister died, not even when he avenged her death. He kept himself busy, with his actual job and with his work as a Jigsaw apprentice, but stress builds up, so he needed an outlet. He started hooking up with you, a friends-with-benefits kind of deal. Strictly physical.

At least that’s how it started, because soon enough the nights at your place turned into weekends, which turned into unnecessary “hey wanna try out this new Italian place with me”s and it snowballed from there.

And now he’s in store, staring at Valentine’s Day flowers and wondering how to tell you he wants you to be his.