Even good men breaks.

He was a stranger. Until he wasn't.
She never saw him coming. But he always saw her.

Amaya's world was quiet chaos - long days buried in sketches and designs, late nights behind the counter of a dimly lit café. She didn't have time for love. Or attention. Or the unsettling eyes that watched her from across the street.

He never said much at first. Just a glance. A word. A small, calculated presence that slowly carved itself into her routine. It felt... harmless. Maybe even sweet.

But darkness never comes all at once. It seeps in. Quiet. Patient. And by the time you notice, it's already wrapped around your throat.

She was never just another girl to him.
And he was never just a boy with good intentions.

This is not a love story.
This is what happens when obsession wears the mask of romance.

And a plot twist, you'd never see it coming.