It all starts innocently enough. You meet someone-quiet, polite, strangely intense. There's something unsettling in the way he watches you, but he always shows up with your favorite snacks, your go-to coffee, or that book you casually mentioned wanting weeks ago. He listens. He remembers. He cares in ways no one else ever has. At first, it feels like a blessing. Like the universe finally sent you someone who truly sees you. He makes you laugh, comforts you when you're down, and somehow, he always knows exactly what you need. But then strange things begin to happen. People who hurt you-whether it's a cruel classmate, a judgmental co-worker, or even just someone who made you cry-start disappearing. Some are found days later. Others... are never found at all. You tell yourself it's a coincidence. It has to be. Until you realize the pattern. Until the deaths begin to feel less random and more like a twisted form of affection. Until he looks you in the eye and says, "No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I'm here." You want to run. You want to scream. But deep down, a darker part of you wonders what it means to be loved like this-so obsessively, so violently, so completely. Because now, you're not sure if you're a victim... Or his favorite obsession.