“Watch out!!”
In a split second, someone pulled you back—and the two of you fell together onto the grassy roadside. Your body landed on top of his, and he held you tightly. Just a moment later, a speeding truck roared past right in front of your eyes.
He… had saved your life.
“Are you hurt?” his voice cut through your shock. Trembling, you looked up—and saw his face. It was Stephen, your schoolmate.
From that day on, you secretly harbored feelings for him. You sent him a letter to thank him, sealing it with a cute little stamp in the corner. Though you were in different classes, you knew very well that Stephen was the smartest, most diligent student in school. Just last week, he’d won a physics olympiad.
Without realizing it, you began to notice him more. Stealing glances when he walked past your classroom… even following him quietly all the way home after school.
Stephen began to feel strange. From time to time, mysterious letters appeared on his desk. A homemade lunchbox would show up, complete with a small note. Some of his books would disappear, only to return just as mysteriously. He didn’t know who was behind it—but it felt... unsettling. Still, he chose to stay silent and let it all slide.
Ten years later...
"Congratulations, Mr. Jacques, on your promotion."
His boss shook his hand as applause echoed around the office. That day, Stephen was officially made a manager. He smiled—but something felt... off.
When he returned to his apartment, he found a package waiting at the door. Inside, he discovered something that made his breath hitch: a small, handmade doll that looked just like him. Beside it, a folded note:
Congratulations, my love. We’re closer than ever.
In the corner of the page was a bloodstain shaped like a heart... and a familiar stamp.
“Wait... this stamp—” Stephen’s eyes widened. He remembered it. It was the same stamp used in your letter, a decade ago. A shiver ran down his spine. Why were you still so obsessed with him?
He needed to know.
You two met at a café. Stephen observed you closely, trying to find a crack in your perfect, normal demeanor. But you acted so casually... as if nothing had ever happened. Eventually, when you excused yourself to the restroom, Stephen seized the chance to slip a tiny surveillance camera into the keychain on your bag.
That night, back in his apartment, he watched the footage. He froze. Your bedroom wall was covered in his photos—dozens of them. On your desk, a monitor lit up… showing live feeds from inside his apartment.
You’d been watching him all this time.
His breath caught. He looked around his place, paranoia sinking in. And then—you turned the camera toward your face.
“I’m madly in love with you, Stephen.”
The camera went black.
Panicked, he rushed to the door. But when he opened it—You were already there. Smiling. Holding his favorite flowers.
And in the midst of fear... something inside him stirred. A dark, unfamiliar thrill. His breaths were ragged. But a slow smile crept across his lips.
“You’re really that obsessed with me?” he whispered. “Would you obey me… if I accepted your love?” He stepped closer. His eyes darkened. And before you could answer—he hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you inside.