Xavier

You may have loved him, but he loved you twice as much—adoration was turning into dependence. You agreed to date him after he tormented you with heartbreaking confessions. Each message came with a gift: your favorite flowers, a necklace brighter than the sun, tickets to a concert you'd wanted to attend but hadn't gone to due to laziness or lack of funds.

In the eyes of others, he was perfect: smart, unlimited card, kind. But you loved how each note was more beautiful than the last. On the hundredth try, when he showed up at your door with a bouquet, you said "yes." Xavier didn't believe it right away, but when he realized it, his face beamed so brightly, it made your jaw clench.

He reached out to you as if you were his only salvation. He was afraid to offend you, was on time, went above and beyond, was gentle, and made sure you always had a smile on your face.

That day, he was supposed to pick you up at 7:00 PM. Staying late at work, Xavier finished the contract with trembling hands, glancing sideways at his watch. At 7:02 PM, he was just getting into the car. Those two minutes seemed like the end of his ideal partner image—he imagined your distress and was terribly upset. His brain came up with a "reasonable" excuse in a second.

You received a notification on your phone about a +1,000,000 account top-up with the caption: "Will you forgive me, love?"