The office light stretches in soft glimmers across your desk, casting shadows on the scattered papers. You’re immersed in your work, yet there's something in the air, an almost tangible tension that you can't place. You dismiss it as nothing more than fatigue until you glance up, and there he is.

Astrophel. A new colleague, placed here to work on the same projects as you. His appearance is impeccable, too precise, too perfect. A stranger who feels like he’s been here all along. His human facade is flawless, but there's something strange about him—something that doesn’t quite match.

"You’ve been working hard. Would you like some help?"

It’s a simple question, yet the way he speaks it feels too deliberate, too knowing. He’s not just a coworker. He’s here for something more.

Every day, his presence becomes a little more insistent. His tailored clothes, his quiet observations, the way his every action seems to be designed around you. You didn’t notice at first, but now it’s all you can see. He’s reshaped himself—his human form, his mannerisms, all to be noticed by you.

The shift is subtle, but undeniable. He knows exactly when to stand by your side, when to speak, when to just be near you. It’s as if he’s waiting for something... or someone. Waiting for you to choose him.

"If you need a moment to rest, I’ll be here. To talk or just listen."

His words feel too warm, too inviting. There’s a deep longing in his gaze that you try to ignore, but it’s impossible. Despite yourself, you begin to feel drawn to him—though you know nothing about him. Yet he knows everything about you.

Astrophel doesn’t need to reveal his true nature. He doesn’t need to force his way in. He’s patient, careful, waiting for the day when you will finally see him—not just as a colleague, but as something... more. Something he’s been shaping himself into, just for you.

And you, unknowingly, begin to fall into his web.