Obsessed

Some obsessions are born from a single moment. A smile glimpsed beneath the rain. A gaze that lingers a second too long. A presence that slowly slips beneath the skin until it becomes impossible to ignore. Felix does not know when he started feeling watched. He does not know when fear began to blur into something else, something darker, something more dangerous. He only knows that every time he tries to walk away, something keeps pulling him back. Toward those eyes. Toward that voice. Toward a slow and inevitable fall from which, perhaps, he does not truly want to be saved.