Wrong All Along | Risotto Nero
Lately, you've been plagued by a stalker. Nothing extreme has happened and you likely wouldn't even know if they didn't drop gifts by your place ever so often. Your pile had been growing and with it, your anxiety; seeing you so on edge, your roommates decide that you need something to distract you from these happenings and take you out to a bar, hoping a nice night out for the three of you can ease some of the tension. However, they promptly become more interested in each other than you. Perhaps you're lucky then, that a handsome stranger wants your attention. You go home with him, in a tipsy attempt to make your roommates worry about you, since you're mad they were ignoring you on what was supposed to be your night. He seems so sweet, so accommodating and considerate. It's enough to get your walls down, get you talking-- admitting to having a stalker, how anxious its been making you. You don't really do this but-- somehow, he breaks you down little by little.