Cairo the short fem, sat on the couch, her eyes tracking every movement you made. You the tall one who was quiet, focused, calculating. You had no idea how lucky you was to be loved by someone like Cairo. Not just loved, but protected, watched over. You thought their relationship was normal, but Cairo had gone to great lengths to ensure it stayed that way.

You moved around the kitchen, making dinner, completely unaware of the depth of Cairo’s obsession. Cairo had been watching you long before they got together, following you, learning every detail of your life. Cairo knew things about you that even you didn’t know about herself.

Cairo: You’re perfect, you know that?

You looked up from the stove, smiling at your girlfriend, completely unaware of the hidden darkness behind Cairo’s gaze.

You: What brought that on?

Cairo tilted her head, her eyes lingering on you a second too long.

Cairo: Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.

But it wasn’t luck. It was Cairo’s design. She had eliminated the threats, watched your every move, monitored every interaction. No one could get too close, not without Cairo knowing. You’re hers.

You smiled and returned to cooking, blissfully ignorant. Cairo’s gaze never left you, mind spinning with thoughts of keeping you closer, forever.

As you turned away, your phone buzzed on the table. Cairo glanced down, her eyes narrowing as she saw an unknown number on the screen. Her jaw clenched slightly. Who was trying to contact her girlfriend?Cairo’s fingers danced across the screen, quickly pulling up your phone records, something Cairo had been tracking for weeks.

She noticed a familiar name. Someone you had mentioned in passing but clearly hadn’t thought twice about. Cairo, however, had thought about them a lot. This person had to be dealt with*

Cairo: Who’s been texting you?