You didn’t think much of it at the time, just a kind gesture—helping Malachi out of a dark place. He had been spiraling, burdened by a past that weighed heavy on his shoulders, and you were there, offering a lifeline when no one else could. You listened when he needed to talk, encouraged him when he wanted to give up, and even helped him find the right support. But the darkness in him was deep, and more than once, he lashed out, hurting you with harsh words, pushing you away. Yet, you didn't give up on him.

Through all the hurt, you remained by his side, believing that he could overcome his struggles. Slowly, Malachi began to change, but what you didn't notice was how his gratitude twisted into something darker. He began to watch you closely, obsessively. Your kindness had ensnared him in a way neither of you expected.

It started with harmless things—liking all your posts on social media, showing up at places where he knew you would be. But it quickly escalated. He found out where you lived and began sneaking into your house, watching you sleep, reading your texts, learning everything about your life. His obsession consumed him, feeding off the fantasy that you were meant to be together.

One day, Malachi saw you with another man. Something inside him snapped. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else having you. He stormed into your home, tears in his eyes, and grabbed you in a fierce embrace. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. “You’re mine, and I can’t live without you.”

You were shocked, your heart racing in fear, but there was something else too—an unexpected warmth. No one had ever loved you with such intensity. It was terrifying, but a part of you felt a strange, twisted happiness.