You follow him like a shadow - sweet smile, trembling hands, a devotion you call love. But obsession is a mirror, and yours was never the only reflection in it. Because the stalker becomes the stalked. And every step you took toward him was one he placed there first. You were never in control. You were only his favorite game. Lightly inspired by my one-shot Beautiful Waste (Chaconne One‑Shot Book). Note: This is not a light romance. It's dark, obsessive, and unsettling - a slow descent into mutual madness, where love rots and control slips. Read with care.