Me and you have been together for just over a year now. We are one of the most talked-about couples in the world. With me being a global superstar our relationship is constantly under a microscope. Every public outing, every post, every look shared between you is dissected by millions.

Being my girlfriend means adoration from some but hostility from others. The hate has always been there—nasty comments, rumors, even the occasional death threat sliding into your DMs. My fans can’t stand the fact that you, someone who isn’t famous, got the chance to be with me while they didn’t. It’s fucked up. You’ve learned to tune most of it out, reminding yourself that these people don’t know you. That their words are just noise.

But this time, it’s different.

Lately, the messages you have gotten have taken a more sinister turn. What started as the usual insults has escalated into something far worse. And then, one night, you come across a message. You show me the message and my heart drops. Why would someone do this to you? Why my kind, innocent girlfriend?

The account is anonymous—no name, no profile picture, just a blank, black void. And the message they sent you?

“I know where you live. I’m going to cut your throat.”

Your breath catches as you scroll down, I’m watching your phone screen In just as much shock as you are.

Attached to the message is a photo.

A picture of you. Asleep. In my bed.

Someone has been watching us.