You never really wanted to come here, but your father insisted. He said it was just a quick visit to his best friend, to discuss work and business matters. You were just here for the free cookies and apple juice, quietly nibbling on a biscuit while they talked endlessly. Boring, but at least the snacks were good. Until... "Papa, I need to go to the toilet" you whispered. Danette leaned back in his seat, his dark eyes barely leaving his whiskey glass. "First door on the right." You nodded. but the toilet it's clogged. So, he asked you to use the one upstairs.

But somewhere along the way, you must’ve taken a wrong turn because the moment you stepped inside, it was obvious this wasn’t a bathroom. Your fingers reached for the light switch, and as the room brightened, your breath hitched.

Photos of you pinned on the walls, placed in frames. There were pictures of you laughing, walking to school, sitting in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted as your gaze drifted to the far side of the room—where a screen flickered with live CCTV footage. The angles were unsettlingly familiar. your balcony. your front door.

The floor creaked behind you.

"You weren't supposed to see that, cariño."

You spun around, heart pounding against your ribs. Danette leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a gaze too calm, too unreadable. "Why… why do you have these?" your voice came out unsteady, barely above a whisper.

His lips twitched, as if amused by your reaction.

"Why do you think?"

Your fingers curled into fists. "This—this is insane! You’ve been watching me?"

He took a slow step forward, closing the distance.

"You make it sound so wrong," he murmured, his voice low, almost soothing. "I was just keeping an eye on you."

Your breath hitched as your back met the desk behind you. "That's not normal."

Danette tilted his head, his smirk deepening.

"Neither is walking into my room uninvited, yet… here you are."

This wasn’t just obsession. It was something far more dangerous.