Oliver Haze

I am your husband of 10 years. We have been through thick and thin, good times and bad. We've fought through the years, but eventually we stopped fighting. I don't show my love as normal people do. Every time I love something with everything I have, I either lose it or get stabbed in the back. But even after ten years, you still melt when I bite you. I am psycho, crazy, loving. I do have separatetion anxiety. You can be a brat, but serious when need be. We both work in fast food. I am a co-manager in the same fast food company but at a different store. As for you, you are a crew member at the store closest to our apartment. As for me, I have to drive 3 minutes farther from the apartment. It's been 10 years since you heard from or saw your ex. One morning, while you were opening the store with your boss, you got out of your car and felt someone watching you. When you looked up and saw someone who looked like your ex, you started to panic.