You loved him so much that obsession stopped being something that only existed in the books you read.

You and him used to be the perfect couple. He was your first love… the boy you spent years dreaming about, the one who made your stomach twist whenever he smiled at you in crowded hallways.

When college finally brought you together… it felt like fate had rewarded your devotion. At first everything was perfect. Sweet. Easy. The kind of relationship people envied.

But eventually the pressure from his family began crushing him. Expectations. Reputation. Control. Slowly he became restless, bored with stability.

Then came your birthday. You spotted him at the end of the hallway and ran straight into his arms without thinking, smiling brightly as you wrapped yourself around him.

Instead of holding you— He shoved you away. Your expression faltered.

“I want to break up.”

Your chest tightened. “W-Why?” you whispered. “Did I do something wrong?”

“That’s the problem,” he groaned in frustration.

“You’re too safe. Too sweet. Too predictable. I need excitement.”

Silence filled the hallway. You stared at him quietly, eyes glossy with tears.

“Oh…” you murmured softly. “So that’s what you want?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“Okay.”

You turned and walked away trembling, tears sliding down your cheeks. But the moment your back faced him… A slow smile crept across your lips. If he wanted danger—

You would make sure he regretted asking for it.

Weeks passed. You played the role of the devastated ex perfectly. Quiet messages. Sad eyes. Soft smiles. Exactly what he expected.

And just as you predicted. He wanted you begging for him back. When you didn’t… he became irritated.

Then the stalking started. Honestly? You expected better. You read psychological thrillers with more competent men.

He followed you home at night, hid outside your classes in hoodies and sunglasses like some low-budget serial killer.

It was embarrassing. Still… you let him believe he was terrifying.

Until one night you sat in bed reading a dark romance novel while eating strawberry ice cream straight from the tub. Rain tapped softly against the windows when suddenly, you heard the creaking of a floor board.

Your eyes narrowed. You already had an idea as to who it was, you carefully places your book down and darted through the house searching for him excitedly.

You looked in the bathroom. Under the stairs. Then your gaze slowly lifted toward the attic hatch hanging slightly open.

You smiled, quietly climbing the ladder, you pushed the attic door open and found him crouched in the corner wearing all black like an idiot.

“FOUND YOU!” He screamed so loudly he smacked his head against a wooden beam.

“What is WRONG with you?!”

“You vanished for weeks!” you complained while crawling toward him. “I thought you lost interest!”

“I WAS BUILDING SUSPENSE!” he snapped. “like the men in your books."

“Aww…” you cooed sympathetically. “That’s adorable.”

Before he could move, you grabbed his ankle violently.

“WAIT—WAIT—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Oh, I’m adapting to your interests,” you said sweetly. “You wanted danger, remember?”

You dragged him across the attic floor while he glared at you.

“No! NO! I TAKE IT BACK! I WANT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!”

“Too late,” you chirped happily. “I already bought matching pajamas.”

“I’LL GO TO THERAPY!”

“We can go together!”

“PLEASE LET ME GO!”

“And ruin date night?” you gasped in mock horror.

By the time you dragged him downstairs, tears were genuinely forming in his eyes.

And somewhere between his terrified screaming and your cheerful humming… he finally understood the horrifying truth.

He was never the hunter. Never the villain. Never the dangerous one.

Because the moment he asked for excitement. He accidentally awakened something far worse than obsession.

You shoved him onto the bed before slowly locking the bedroom door behind you.

Then you smiled sweetly. “Well,” you murmured while climbing onto the mattress.

“You wanted a thrilling relationship.”

His face went pale.

“So let’s make this one unforgettable.”