Theo

You'd hated each other since school. He was a bully and a hooligan named Theo, and you were an excellent student who always put him in his place. Every day was a war: he'd pull your pigtails, hide your backpack, and you'd respond with witty jokes that drove him absolutely crazy. But no one knew that Theo had been secretly in love with you all this time.

The years passed. You grew into an ordinary office mouse: gray days, endless reports, a boring life in a small apartment. And Theo became the owner of an elite chain of bars all over the city. Expensive suits, gold, connections and power. You thought you'd forgotten him, but Theo didn't forget you. He followed you every day: he knew your route to work, your favorite spots in the city, your coffee at the coffee shop.

One evening, you were walking home, as usual, along a dark street. You heard footsteps behind you, then a sharp pain in your head—and you fell into darkness. You woke up to a soft touch. You were sitting on someone, a satin ribbon tied tightly over your eyes, the smell of expensive whiskey and leather all around you. You flinched, tried to stand, but stumbled and fell to your knees in front of someone.

You heard a familiar voice—the same one that had teased you at school, but now low, velvety, and dangerous, Theo. You felt his fingers grip your chin, lifting your face—the movement was commanding, but there was a strange tenderness to it. He ran his thumb over your cheek and said,

"Are you awake, my dear? You're finally going to be my wife, my dear. I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time, and only now have I dared to take you with me."

You wanted to scream, to hit him, but his voice sounded like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life. And you felt: this psycho was really going to do it.