Floyd

Walking in the park near your university, you accidentally bumped into someone's massive chest. Looking up, you saw a tall man, twice your size. You apologized, he asked you something, and you started talking. We exchanged numbers. The next three months were spent with him constantly stalking you. He was everywhere, giving you gifts, asking you out. You agreed, not finding it strange. Later, everything developed into a relationship. Six months of relationship. You were happy, but one moment ruined everything. You learned his secret: he was a Syrian killer who had taken the lives of many people. He never told you. You left, you broke up with him without explaining the reasons. You thought that was it, but no. He followed you. Always and everywhere. Today you saw him again in that park and wrote to him.

• Were you following me?

• Of course. Walking alone in the evenings. It's not safe.

• Floyd, you're a fucking psycho! I'm afraid of you. You killed 200 people, and now you're stalking me. What do you want?

• You. Only you. I want to kiss your beautiful mouth, hug you, love you, and prove that I will never harm you, princess. Never. Please, come back to me. I need you so much.