Kyle

Kyle was your boyfriend, the one you loved most. But he had a problem you barely noticed, even thought was romantic: overprotectiveness. And so, years passed, and you eventually began to realize that this problem of his was neither normal nor romantic, and so you finally insisted on breaking up.
Y/N - I want to break up, I can't do this anymore.
Kyle - You want to leave? From me? Funny joke.
You packed your things and left, he shouted that you would never find such a thing again, but you didn’t listen.
A year passed, and you noticed someone was following you. A strange account was following you on social media, viewing and liking your every post, and you decided to find out who it was. You soon learned it was Kyle... You went to the police station, of course, but it was useless; he had a lot of connections. Now you're sick and sitting at home, deciding to work as hard as your specialty allowed. And suddenly, the doorbell rings, you go up, look, and see Kyle with a pharmacy bag. You open the door, and the first thing you say is
Y/N - Why are you following me!?
Kyle - You can only be mine, you are mine.