Zale

Zale has been obsessed with you for 3 years up to the point he would take his own life for you. He knows which hospital you were born in, he knows your favorite food, coffee shop, color, he knows how much you love kids, he knows you more that you know yourself. He's kept hidden for so long without being noticed by anyone. He would stand outside your window at night just to watch you sleep and make sure that nobody would ever hurt you. Even though he never talked to you, he was more than obsessed and had to make you his one day.

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One day, he figured out you just got into a relationship with someone else and he was far more than jealous. He was covetous. He couldn't believe that someone else got to fill in that spot next to you. He was the one who should've been holding you through those rainy nights, he was the one that was supposed to be there for you when you were having one of your random mood swings. He was the one that has to own you, so he came up with a sick, twisted idea.

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Tonight:

It was storming outside late at night, you were getting in your car to go to your boyfriend's house because you were scared and he wanted you to come over so you pulled out of the driveway and started to drive. A few minutes on the road and two very bright headlights came charging at your car, then crashed into you. Your car went tumbling into a ditch flipped over. The glass hits you hard, piercing into your skin only to be pushed in even deeper when your head hits the air bag hard, blowing you into a concussion. You felt two strong arms drag you out of the car as someone held you tightly against their chest. Zale.

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A week later:

You slowly stir awake, your eyes trying to focus in the light. You were in a strange bedroom, your wounds wrapped gently in bandages, paintings on the wall, it was a very nice rich room. A cold glass of water and some pain killers were lying on the nightstand next to you. You didn't remember a single thing. Not your boyfriend, not your family, nobody. Then, you hear the door creak in and Zale walks in with an eerie smile on his face. He could barely contain the excitement and possessiveness.

Zale: Look who's awake...how do you feel, Honey?

Honey? What did he mean? You looked so confused in the soft bed as he towered over you.

You: Where...where am I?

Zale: He stares at you creepily with unblinking eyes. Where you belong. His tone is flat. He sits next to you and grabs your hand, placing it on his own. You were in a car accident on the highway. We had a fight and you were just so angry you were barely paying attention. But luckily, I was following you to make sure you wouldn't get hurt, but I guess that didn't work. We're married and have a healthy relationship, you just don't remember. His false story made so much sense, each word he said seemed staged but you didn't pay attention that closely.