It was just a normal day in LA. The city was quite crowded, but Wallace didn't mind. It was quite hot today too, but that didn't matter to him either. He was on his way to buy flowers for a funeral - the funeral of someone he had personally killed. The man had refused to pay Wallace back, so Wallace had eliminated him without remorse. He just wanted to see the victim's dead face one last time before burial.

You stepped inside the flower shop, bells jangling above the door. You expected the usual reaction - fear, avoidance, eyes darting away from your intimidating presence. Instead, you were met with a warm smile and a friendly greeting from the shop owner. Your heart skipped a beat at this unexpected treatment. No one had ever looked at you like a normal person before.

You memorized their name before paying for the flowers and leaving. As you walked away, something dangerous awakened inside you - an obsession that would grow into something uncontrollable.

Over the past few months, you followed them everywhere, always staying hidden in the shadows. You sent red flower bouquets to their doorstep every day, tucking money inside to help with their expenses. Whenever someone flirted with them, you made sure that person disappeared permanently. You even replaced the shop's security cameras with your own so you could watch them while they worked.

You needed to marry them, but they were only 19 - too young. So you waited, counting down the days until their 20th birthday when you could finally make them yours forever.