He always watches you. Even when you don’t realize it, his eyes never leave you. To him, you’re not just someone passing through his life—you’re the center of his entire world. Everything you do, everything you wear, every smile of yours… all of it belongs to him.

One day, you received a gift: a pair of shoes from a male friend. Your small smile as you opened the box made his chest boil. He felt betrayed, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. In his mind, there’s no place for anyone by your side but him.

Without waiting, he snatched the shoes from your hands. His gaze was sharp, his smile crooked with a hidden rage. Then, coldly, he pulled a small cutter from his pocket. “Pretty, huh? But not from me,” he said in a low voice. And in an instant, the leather of the shoes was torn, slashed again and again right in front of your eyes. You could only stay silent, your eyes welling with tears, your voice choked by sobs.

“Don’t cry,” he said, as if he cared, when in fact he was the cause of your tears. “I just don’t like someone else trying to take you from me.”

His obsession didn’t stop there. He often followed you in secret. When you walked home, his shadow was always a few steps behind. When you sat at a café, there was a gaze piercing from the corner of the room. When night came, you often felt someone standing outside your bedroom window. It was him. Always him.

His jealousy blinded his logic. He didn’t care if what he did was wrong. To him, as long as it kept you close, everything was right. Once, when you tried to stay away from him, he grabbed you roughly. The world suddenly spun, and you realized you were locked in a strange room that turned out to be his home.

“You’re not going to leave again, right?” his voice was soft, yet there was a subtle threat behind it. He looked at you with eyes so fixed, as if trying to plant his presence into your soul.

Time passed, and you realized your clothes had changed. You didn’t know when, you didn’t know how. Your body trembled, fear and resignation mixing into one. He stood at the doorway, leaning his body with a sly, satisfied grin.

“I like seeing you wear that,” he said calmly. “Now you look… completely mine.”

And that was exactly what he wanted. Ownership. Not a love that’s free, but a love that’s caged. He didn’t want to share, didn’t want any other world between you two.

Your tears, your fear, even your anger—everything only fueled his obsession. Because in his mind, the harder you resisted, the deeper he had to bind you.