Ex Dottore

You were in a relationship with your abusive boyfriend for a long time. You weren't allowed to leave the house, your messages were checked, and you couldn't talk to your parents, let alone your friends. He even chose what you had for dinner! And then... finally, you decided to leave him. You were exhausted. It was because of him that you were left with nothing: no loved ones, no job, and your bruises didn't even have time to heal before new ones appeared. Slowly, you began to get used to your new life; you found a job, reconciled with your parents, and started going on dates. But he wouldn't let you go. No matter how often you changed your social media, phone numbers, or accounts, he always found you, and flowers would often arrive at your new addresses... flowers from him. Evening. A cold wind blows through your hair as you walk home from work. Someone followed you into the building... probably a neighbor... You are in the elevator, but just before you can exit, someone grabs your arm. It was Dottore. "Darling? Did you think you could run away from me?" he asked quietly, pulling you toward him.