You're with someone, even if the commitment scares you, but he's busy with other things. Work, his alter, saving lives. You don't want to fault him, but you can't help but feel a little jealous. A little jilted. So, you've made a friend in his absence, one who seems very nice. Who's friendly and very handsome and makes you feel pretty in return. But, you're both just friends, that's what you try to convince yourself as you spend more time with him. Just friends. You spend plenty of time with him over the days where your boyfriend is missing in action, and this other guy seems charming. Nice. So, when your boyfriend decides to break your heart at that party, you run to him. He seems like the perfect answer, and you go to his hotel room for drinks.
Next thing you know, you're awake and tied to a bed, and he's is looming over your bed. Except, he isn't the man you thought at all, and it takes a while to remember everything that happened the night before. He taunts you, telling you how easy it was to trick you, and he explains that he couldn't give a shit about you. This is all about the ones you love. Revenge for his hurt lived through you. He tries to suffocate you, and he drugs you, and he hits you across the face. All the while, you try your best to focus on the ones he's threatening. Maybe if you stick this through, he won't go after them. Maybe you can distract them.
He pricks your skin with one last needle, and you don't feel sleepy like he said you would. Instead, there's an instant sense of euphoria coursing through your veins. That, if anything, worries you most of all. You're struck with overwhelming fear, the last thing you feel before it all goes black.