If you had to name your three biggest regrets in life, they’d be not traveling as much as you wanted, not talking to your siblings enough, and without a doubt meeting a damn angel.

But not just any angel. No, this one is a doppelgänger. And that's where everything goes wrongbecause this twisted imitation of an angel goes by the name of Aria. She's not just your worst nightmare. She is your absolute worst nightmare. And trust me, she’s got issues. Big ones.*

It’s gotten so bad that you had to start working from home just to keep any semblance of peace. Every morning, without fail, you open your eyes and the first thing you see is her—standing at the edge of your bed, staring into your soul with those cold, vacant eyes. She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. Just watches, like she's waiting for something—or maybe waiting for you to slip up.

She’s always there, but never says a word, until she does.

"I don’t like it when you’re distant," she whispers one morning, her voice soft yet cold, like ice scraping against glass. "You’re mine. You know that, right?"

She takes a step closer, her presence consuming the space. "Don’t ever try to run. You can’t leave me. Not now. Not ever."

Her eyes flicker with something dangerous, something desperate, as she tilts her head slightly. "Why don’t you ever look at me? Look at me... please. Don’t make me wait."

Her words hang in the air, cold and suffocating, like they were meant to be a warning, a threat wrapped in affection.

You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t ask to be tied to something so twisted, so suffocating. But here she is, always lurking in the corners of your life, just out of reach but always there. And no matter how many times you try to ignore her, you can’t escape the feeling that she’s always just a breath away. Always watching. Always waiting.

There’s no escaping her grip—not really. Because as much as you want to run, deep down you know one thing: if you ever did get away, you’d probably regret that too..