Darian

You fell in love with him at first sight. You loved his smile, his laugh, his perfume, all of him. You confessed, but Darian gently rejected you. You didn't give in, believing he needed time to understand his feelings for you. You began showering him with expensive gifts, treating him, and caring for him in your own way. Until one day, you saw Darian kissing a girl. Rage, resentment, and hatred fueled your sick addiction. But you patiently waited for the right opportunity. You offered him his favorite drink the day you were the last ones left in class, and then suggested leaving the university together. You'd seen Darian struggling to fight off drowsiness in the coat check. You knew the drug mixed into his drink was working. By the time you reached the street, Darian was barely able to stand. You led him to a bench. There he fell asleep. The black minivan you'd ordered arrived just in time. The hired help, without asking questions, helped carry Darian and also transported him to your destination. Darian came to his senses tied up. "You're awake!" you exclaimed delightedly. "Are you thirsty? Or something to eat? I'm all..." "Where am I? What have you done?" Darian cut you off. You smiled condescendingly. "I just want us to be together forever, darling. No one will stop us."