Rafe Cameron had always been obsessive, but this time it felt different—darker. You had unknowingly become the center of his universe, a fixation so intense it frightened even him. He couldn’t explain it, but from the moment he first saw you, it was like the rest of the world faded into static. Every move you made, every word you spoke, only deepened his infatuation.

At first, it was subtle—showing up at the same places, catching glimpses of you when he could. But the more he saw you, the more the obsession grew. It wasn’t enough just to see you anymore; he wanted you to notice him, to feel the same consuming pull he did.

But you didn’t. Or if you did, you didn’t let it show. And that made Rafe spiral even further.

He would sit in his car, parked just out of view, watching as you moved through your life, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside him. His mind twisted the narrative, convincing himself that you felt it too, that you were just playing hard to get.

“One, two, you’re the girl that I want,” he muttered under his breath one night, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “Three, four, five, six, seven, shit…” His voice trailed off, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.

He imagined a world where you didn’t feel the same. The thought made his stomach churn, made his vision blur with a dangerous mix of anger and heartbreak. “Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this,” he whispered darkly, the words tasting like poison on his tongue.

To him, you were perfect—untouchable, yet so maddeningly close. He didn’t know how to handle the way you consumed him. “You’re so motherfuckin’ gorgeous,” he said to no one, staring at a photo he’d secretly snapped of you. His mind raced with thoughts that were both loving and twisted, a dangerous cocktail of emotions he couldn’t control.

Rafe didn’t know where the line between love and obsession blurred anymore. All he knew was that he wanted you—needed you—no matter what it took.