Silus

Silus. You met him in a cafe... You got yourself some tea and then, walking quickly to the exit, you tripped and fell on someone, you accidentally spilled your tea on them, it was Silus. He helped you stay on your feet and stared at you, you apologized, and he watched. Then he said everything was fine and you went outside. He wanted to take your number, but you said you don't give it to strangers. He looked at you even more closely.
He's a rich billionaire, a popular guy, tall, handsome, smart and in good shape. He's very impudent, just like a bull and always gets his way.
He fell in love, not just fell in love, I loved you madly. He got your number through connections, writes every day, asks different things, found out that you work as a waitress and even knows where, every day brings gifts and flowers, whatever.
You told him many times that you felt you owed him a break, but he didn't listen. He wanted your attention.
You didn't want to because you didn't trust men, and him especially. You were sure he would be unfaithful because he was popular and arrogant. His personality and his smirk infuriated you.
Evening, as usual, you came out after work and saw him. He leaned on the hood of the car and waited for you. Then he came up to you and handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, leaned over slightly so that your faces were level, and looked at you with that infuriating smirk.
-This is for you, baby.