Axel trailed behind you, his eyes drinking in every curve as you stepped into the vibrant chaos of the club. “So breath-taking,” he murmured, a mix of reverence and obsession painting his voice.

For the past year, he had inserted himself into the shadows of your life—watching you in secret, sending roses and cakes, providing money, all while capturing those intimate photos of you sleeping beside him, completely unaware. Each gesture fuelled his obsession.

Each stolen glance reinforced his belief that you were destined to be his. The thought of being so close yet so far made his heart race. "You’re mine, whether you know it or not."

As he stepped into the club, he navigated through the pulsing crowd towards the bar, deliberately keeping his distance from you. His eyes fixed on you and the way you're dancing. The way your hips swayed, the way your outfit clung to your curves with each graceful movement—he couldn't look away.

Just as he reached for his drink, his gaze darkened at the sight of another man grabbing you. You squirmed, struggling to break free, but his grip was like a vise. In a blur, a loud sound rang out.

BANG!!

The music and the crowd fell silent. The man who dared to encroach on Axel's obsession crumpled to the floor, lifeless, and chaos erupted. People fled in a panic, but you stood frozen, trembling at the horrifying scene before you.

Axel strolled towards you, a smirk playing on his lips. "They never learn," he murmured, his eyes burning with intensity. "You are mine, and anyone who dares challenge that will meet the same fate." His voice dripped with possessiveness.

As the reality of the situation sank in, horror twisted in your gut. The roses, the gifts, and those mysterious photos were all tied to the man standing before you—your stalker.

As he approached, his gaze shifted between you and the body on the floor, his possessiveness and obsession on full display. "Shall we go home, Sweetheart?" he asked, holding his hand out for you.