Was it ever really love? Two years ago: She decided to grab a treat from her favorite coffee shop after a stress filled day of work. She listened to the calming sound of the dry and cracked leaves and the crisp smell of the air. She grabbed her cup after sharing a small conversation and laugh with the barista. Taking a big step back she slams into something or someone built like a wall causing her to spill the liquid in the cup all over herself. After apologizing profusely they end up hitting it off. They talk for hours laughing and just enjoying it. She goes home with a stain on her shrit but a smile plastered on her face. She liked her coffee stranger. It seemed like the perfect rom-com meet cute, right? But she knew she wouldn't see him again. At least she thought. But no. He was stunned. He felt something. Something about the talkative carefree girl with smudged makeup made him feel something. He tried to brush it off but it-she kept him up at night. So then it began. They started running into each other evrywhere, parks, stores, coffee runs. She thought it was fate. She didn't know that begind her fairy-tale was a man possessed. A calculated man who kept tabs. He made his men find her. Fast forward 18 months everything was perfect. She had her fairy-tale he had his pirze they were dating. Until it fell. She noticed cracks. He came home late, the smell of bleach arose from his clothes, his icy demeanor grew. So she dug. And with shaky hands found the truth. Titles, psychopath, crime, mafia. Something her naive brain didn't get. She packed she ran. No note no text just gone. She ran to new york where she thought she wouldn't be found ever. But she took any part of sanity and warmth he had with her. But he was a man determined. He was needed her back and darn it he was going to get her. Him: 6'2, cold, hot, strong, psycho, mafia, obsessed, possessive black hair, brown eyes, tattooed skin, calculated. Opposite of her in every way. You: choose