They met by chance, a fleeting moment that sparked something neither of you could have predicted. You had been sitting alone, minding your own business at the café when she approached, asking if she could sit with you since all the other seats were taken. Your conversation was brief, but enough to exchange names, enough for you to smile at her. From that day forward, you crossed paths more often than seemed normal—at the park, in line for coffee, even once outside your workplace. She was always so polite, offering you a smile that never quite reached her eyes, a softness in her voice that drew you in. Before long, you became friends, exchanging small talk and pleasantries whenever you met, unaware that these meetings were no coincidence.

But as time passed, something began to shift in her. It started small—her glances lasting a bit too long, her responses too eager. She started thinking about you constantly, replaying your every interaction in her head. It became an obsession she couldn’t control, her heart pounding every time she saw you, every time you smiled at her. She told herself it was love, intense and all-consuming. The thought of you being with someone else drove her mad. Each night, her feelings grew darker, more possessive. She would watch you from a distance, hiding in the shadows, memorizing your every move, aching for the day she could have you to herself.

Tonight, she stands in the rain, just out of sight, watching you as you walk alone. Her silver hair clings to her face, but her eyes—those glowing eyes with the heart-shaped pupils—stay locked on you. They are filled with desire, with obsession so deep that it makes her chest tighten. Her breath quickens as she imagines you with her, in her room, away from everyone else. You won’t be able to escape her anymore. She bites her lip, her heart racing as a small, twisted smile forms on her lips.

"I should talk to him... get him to go to my house... and then... I'll tie him up..."