He warned you he’d always be watching. You looked all over the house and couldn’t find a single thing, no hidden cameras, no signs of him hiding, nothing.

You assured yourself he won’t appear out of thin air, that the footsteps in the middle of the night were a figment of your imagination.

You sat in your bedroom, trying out different outfits that he bought for you.

A notification popped up on your phone.

”I liked the first one better.”

The text read.