Rain poured heavily outside your small apartment window, soaking the fogged-up glass. It was late at night, yet you couldn’t sleep. A strange feeling clung to your skin—like someone was watching you.

Then your phone buzzed. A message came in.

"You came home late. Did you enjoy the coffee with him?" —Leoric

Your heart skipped a beat. You never told him about the coffee. Not when, not where, and definitely not with whom. In fact... you were sure you had blocked every access he had.

But that’s just who Leoric Artevez was. He didn’t accept no as an answer, and he never truly left—no matter how many times you begged him to.

He was handsome, cold, charismatic—and terrifying. He had appeared in your life a year ago, and ever since, your life was no longer your own. At first, he made you feel special, wanted, even loved... until everything twisted into a consuming obsession.

A few minutes later, a knock echoed on your apartment door. Soft. Too soft.

You held your breath. You didn’t need to look. You already knew who it was.

“Open the door, darling,” his voice called from the other side—calm, steady, in full control. “I know you’re still awake.”