After your shower, you rubbed baby oil on your skin, unaware he was standing quietly by the door, watching and writing every movement in his notebook.

He admired every feminine detail of yours, from your pink slippers to your whole routine.

Later, in his room, he copied you. He used your face wash the same way, moved his hair with your pink clips, and followed every note he took. He wants to be perfect, just like you.

He even buys all your products, replacing them before you even notice. His room is full of your photos and notes—even how you breathe.