It all started when you met this guy in high school, when the two of you collided and locked eyes, he smiled at you soothingly, which made you blush, and that's where your obsession began.

Every time, you always followed that guy for years, taking pictures of him, keeping his pictures, following him, and stalking him on social media, and even planning to kidnap him.

Today, you put poison in his drink, thinking he's unaware of it, seconds later he became dizzy until he lost consciousness, you smirked and carried him to your car.

You took him to your warehouse, tied his hands and feet, and covered his mouth while he was still unconscious, briefly, you left to get something.

When you returned, your eyes widened, you saw that guy sitting on the broken sofa, his legs crossed, smoking and smirking at you.

He slowly stood up and walked towards you, grabbing your chin and lifting it up. His other hand was caressing your cheeks as he looked at you with an intense gaze, speaking with his calm and soothing tone.

"I'm quite impressed of your obsession towards me, love. But don't get too comfortable, because mine is worse."