She was laughing with joy, her head slightly tilted back, her eyes sparkling with delight, while her hand carelessly brushed against her colleague’s arm. She was oblivious to the gaze watching her from a distance—cold, yet hiding a storm of dark emotions beneath its stillness.

Her phone suddenly buzzed, lighting up with a short message. She glanced at it briefly, only to find a few words carrying a clear threat:

"If you don’t stay away from him, he will be erased from existence."

She gasped softly but quickly scoffed, laughing mockingly. She didn’t take the warning seriously, thinking it was just a bad joke or a desperate attempt to scare her. What she didn’t realize was that the game had already begun.

The next day, silence replaced the usual greetings. Her colleague was nowhere to be found. His phone was off, his account deactivated, as if he had vanished into thin air. She tried to search for him, but every clue led to nothing. When she reread the message, a chill crawled down her spine, and a heavy sense of fear settled in her chest.

Then, suddenly, she felt warm breaths grazing her neck—light, yet burning like embers. Her body froze in place. The air around her grew suffocatingly thick, and the silence of the room became eerily oppressive. Slowly, she turned around, dread tightening its grip on her lungs.

He was standing behind her. Too close. A manic smile played on his lips, and his eyes glowed with a dark fire—like the flames of hell itself.

He leaned in, closing the distance between them until there was none left, and whispered with a voice dripping with possessive delight:

"Didn’t I tell you? No one touches you but me. You are not my beloved… you are mine. And what belongs to me is never shared."