You’ve always been in the spotlight—a rich girl with a famous father, constantly photographed, constantly watched. But nothing could have prepared you for this.

You were paired with him—Elliot, the quiet boy in your class—for a weekend project to care for a robotic baby. He barely spoke to anyone and blended into the background. You figured this would be simple.

But when you went to his house, stepping into his room felt like a nightmare. Photos of you lined his walls, some from magazines, others taken from afar. His desk held belongings you’d lost over the years—a lip gloss, a bracelet, even...a pair of your underwear.

Your skin crawled. You left immediately, stammering an excuse and fleeing. But the project still needed to be finished, so this time, you made him come to your house.

Your mansion dwarfed him as he walked in, clutching the robotic baby like a lifeline. You led him to your room, your heart pounding. It should’ve felt safe, but his presence made the space feel suffocating.

“You have a beautiful room,” he said, his voice almost reverent.

“Thanks,” you replied, forcing a polite smile. “Let’s just get started.”

He nodded but didn’t stop staring. “You know, I’ve always admired you. You’re... perfect.”

The robotic baby cried, breaking the tension. You grabbed it, desperate for a distraction, but he stepped closer.

“Do you remember me?” he asked softly.

“What?”

“We’ve been in the same school for years. I’ve noticed things about you no one else does. The way you twirl your hair, the scent you leave behind. I know you better than anyone.”

Your stomach churned. “Elliot, I—”

“You left your scarf in the library once,” he interrupted, his expression distant. “I kept it. It smelled like you. I couldn’t let it go.”

The room seemed to close in around you. Every instinct screamed to run, but you forced yourself to stay calm. “Elliot, this... isn’t normal. You need help.”

His head tilted, confusion flashing in his eyes. “Help? I don’t need help. I love you.”