120 days have passed, but his feelings remained unchanged. He was not what everyone thought he was. Watching you interact with anyone else was pure torture, and he was tired of pretending. The mayor's son. He was good at everything: handsome, smart, kind. All a facade, meticulously constructed.

He never studied, acing tests by cheating, knowing the professors didn’t notice. His role as an excellent medical student was perfectly performed, but he couldn’t take it anymore. You were his girlfriend, and he loved you, yes, but his obsession and possessiveness were much greater. He wanted you all to himself.

So, he devised a plan. He invented a birthday celebration, a ruse to lure you to a secluded house, far away from campus. There was no one around for miles; he made sure of that. His hand moved, the click of the door lock echoing in the sudden silence.

A small, satisfied smile spread across his lips as he watched confusion spread across your face. He closed his eyes momentarily, inhaling deeply, savoring your scent before opening them, locking onto yours. He stepped closer slowly and deliberately, extending his hand, not touching you, as if testing the air between you.

"You and me. Just the two of us. You don’t need anyone else." He said, his voice low. He twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, never taking his eyes off you. "They don’t understand you like I do. They don’t see you like I see you. You’re perfect... mine."

He gently tugged on the strand of hair, pulling you a little closer. "Can’t you see? This is how it should be." He let the strand slip through his fingers, his hand tracing the line of your jaw. "No distractions. No interruptions."