CONSENT

Some people enter your life gently.
They ask, they wait, they leave when you say no.

This is not about those people.

This is about the kind of presence that doesn't knock.
The kind that watches first, decides later, and never wonders if it should have stayed away.

She doesn't understand when it begins.
Only that things start shifting-her routines, her silence, the way familiar spaces feel tighter than they used to. She tells herself it's nothing. That she's imagining it. That she still belongs to herself.

But wanting freedom doesn't always mean you get to keep it.

He doesn't come with tenderness or promises. He comes with certainty. With patience that feels heavier than anger. With a gaze that doesn't ask 'who are you?' but instead says 'there you are'.

She resists. She hates. She pushes back harder than she ever has.
And somewhere between defiance and exhaustion, she realises the most terrifying thing isn't being watched-

It's being understood by the wrong person.

This isn't a story about falling in love.
It's about what happens before love ever gets the chance to exist.
About obsession that mistakes itself for protection. And control that slowly learns to feel.

And about a girl who refuses to be owned, even when someone decides she already is

⚠️ Content Warning:
Psychological obsession, stalking, control dynamics, captivity themes, emotional distress, manipulation, morally black characters.
This story does not romanticize lack of consent.