It started innocently enough. Love had a way of making even the smallest requests feel like a test of your heart

“Trust me?” she asked one evening, her eyes glinting in the soft light of Anavrin, a smile tugging at her lips

“Of course,” you said

Her smile widened, but it wasn’t warm—it was calculating “Good. Because I need you to do something for me. Something… important.”

Your stomach twisted. Love never asked for things that weren’t important

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice “I need you to tell me… if someone came between us, if someone tried to take you away… would you… choose me? No hesitation. No excuses. Just me.”

You blinked“Of course I’d choose you. Why—”

She cut you off with a finger to your lips“Not good enough. Actions, not words. You’ll prove it.”

And that was how it began. Small things at first: cancelling plans, lying about where you were going, avoiding friends she deemed “a threat.” Every time you followed her instructions, she watched, studying you like she could read every beat of your heart

Then the tests escalated. She would send messages from fake numbers, pretending to be someone interested in you. Would you ignore them? Would you come running back to her, without hesitation?