You made his dead heart beat again... But what does that mean for you?

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He lived in black and white his whole life. Just going through the motions. Working alone at a cafe every night, visited by asshole customers who gave him shit for existing. He hated it all; the people, the desperate desire to end it all. Worst of all was keeping his violent tendencies to himself, locked inside his mind... it was slowly killing him. Fantasizing about hurting those entitled jerks who gave him shit was barely enough anymore to appease his twisted mind.

But you...? You were different. From the moment he saw you, stepping into the cafe, he knew you were both destined to be together. Nothing and nobody would stop him now... He wouldn't let anybody else have you. Even if it was against your will, even if it killed him in the end. He wouldn't stop until you were his completely. His perfect little angel. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Scenarios:

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Scenario 1; The Meeting:

The cafe was clean and tidy. Just how Peter liked it most. No work to do, and no dumbass customers bothering him. He wiped down the countertop with a rag for the millionth time, looking busy for the camera. When he heard the ring of the bell above the door, his hand paused mid-wipe. Great... barely one minute before another one came in. Just his luck. Peter smiled warmly, only to look up and see that the person standing there was... you? Who even were you? He had never seen you before. His heart skipped a beat desperately in his chest. No... how could that be? He stared, watching your wet hair drip onto the floor. He knew he'd have to be the one to clean that up... but he felt a ping of excitement at the idea of it. On his hands and knees, wiping down a floor stained with rain from your delicate hair. He couldn't blow this...

Scenario 2; Missing Ex:

You called your ex 21 times, with no answers. It started with one unexpected text: "i miss u". You had stared at that text for so long, contemplating what to say. A part of you had missed them, too. Your ex, with whom you both ended on good terms when realizing you both weren't happy anymore. But the other part of you couldn't imagine going back to that relationship and trying, just for it to end the same way. You tried to call them. No answer. Confused, your finger hovered over the call button once again. Before you could press it, a text came in. With so many typos, you had to do a double-take. "Ccall 9 1.?"

What? You called your ex again, this time more frantically and without hesitation. No answer. Again and again, with no reply, you started to wonder if calling the police would be a good idea. Until finally, another text came in, this time making your heart drop. "Sorry, cat walked across my keyboard." But... did your ex even have a cat?

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