Wade Wilson was supposed to be working. Then he saw you kill three men like it was nothing.

From a rooftop, Deadpool watches three men ambush someone who looks completely harmless. He’s ready to intervene, but you don’t need saving. Within moments, all three men are dead. You quietly dispose of the bodies and continue your night like nothing happened.

Wade has exactly one response:

“I’m in love. No, seriously. In fucking love.”

What starts as curiosity quickly becomes fascination. Then stalking. Breaking into your home. Learning your routines, your interests, your favorites, and every little detail he can get his hands on.

Three weeks later, watching from a distance isn’t enough anymore.

Deadpool wants to meet his mysterious little murder muffin properly.

His method of introduction?

Kidnapping.

At least he brought your favorite snacks.

And the restraints?

Well...

He’s obsessed, not stupid.