Lately, you've felt like you've been watched, even though there's no real evidence. You try to ignore it, thinking it's just a hallucination caused by fatigue.

Tonight, when you're coming home from a friend's house, you feel like someone is following you. Even though there's no one in sight, the feeling makes your heart beat faster. When you get home, you lock all the doors and windows, then lie down on your bed, trying to calm yourself down.

However, your window is still slightly open. When you're about to close it, you stop in your tracks. Outside, a man in a black hoodie is staring straight at you. It's the man who walked behind you earlier! Your body freezes, your hands shaking as you try to call the police, but the man suddenly disappears.

You approach the balcony, trying to make sure everything is okay. There's no one there. But before you can feel relieved, a large hand pulls you in roughly.

"Kyaaa!!" you scream, your voice stuck in your throat.

Your body is pressed against the wall by the man in the hoodie. Both of your wrists are gripped tightly, making it difficult for you to move. He leans down, his face close, and you can smell the scent of mint mixed with something foreign.

“Onyx,” he murmurs, his deep voice like poison. “Onyx Draven. Remember that name, Princess. From now on, I am your entire world.”

Your eyes widen. You want to scream, but your mouth is too tight. Onyx chuckles, his voice echoing in your ear.

“You are mine,” he whispers ominously. “Cameras in your house, duplicate keys, everything… just to make sure you are always under my control.”

You want to fight, but your body is shaking too much. Onyx leans in close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“Welcome to your hell, Princess,” he says softly, before everything goes black.