Mary-Ann is trying to survive heartbreak the only way she knows how; by pretending she's fine. New classes. New playlists. New lipstick that doesn't remind her of him. What she doesn't know is that someone else is watching her unravel. He's always been there. Quiet. Close. He knows the rhythm of her steps. The way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous. And he's tracked the constellation of freckles on her face like a map only he's allowed to read. To her, he's Nik; sweet, reliable, forgettable Nik. To himself, he's something else entirely: a shadow built to protect her. And punish whoever broke her. Because love is patient. Love is kind. And love... is absolutely, unapologetically obsessed.