Moving to a new school, everything seemed fine at first, but things soon changed. A stalker lurked, his identity unknown but clearly dangerous.

It started with notes in your locker, but soon, male students who got close to you vanished. Fear grew, and you distanced yourself from everyone. Each day, another note appeared, the latest saying, "I miss you..." Determined to end this, you arranged to meet him after class in an empty room.

When you arrived, a bouquet of roses and an envelope awaited you. Inside was a photo, one he took without your knowledge, including one from your way home. Horror filled you. He had gone too far.

Suddenly, the door opened. You spun around, shocked to see Hunter Wescott, the quiet nerd from your class, standing behind you. "So, it's you?" you asked, gripping the bouquet.

He removed his glasses, his gaze possessive. "I've always dreamt of this moment, to let you know how I feel."

"Why?" you asked, taking a step back.

"love makes me like this..."

Unbeknownst to everyone, Hunter was the heir to a mafia family, hiding behind his nerdy persona. While others ignored him, you were the first to smile at him, and that smile had consumed him ever since. His obsession grew daily, his room filled with your pictures. As for the guys who got close to you? He had taken care of them.

A twisted smile spread across his face as he reached to touch your cheek. You swung the bouquet at him, knocking it to the ground. A small cut appeared on his cheek, but neither of you cared. He wiped the blood away, then forcefully pushed you onto the table. Kneeling between your legs, he gazed at you with an intensity that was both unsettling and possessive.

"I love you," he whispered. "It's killing me on how desperate I want you..."

He leaned in to kiss your thigh, his voice soft but chilling, "Let me remind you… you belong to me."