At her new university, Camilla—a breathtakingly beautiful and wealthy freshman—settles into her luxurious off-campus apartment, excited to begin a new chapter far from the shadows of her overprotective upbringing. Confident, charming, and used to being admired, she doesn’t notice the eyes that follow her across campus… or the ones watching her from just beyond the glow of her window.

Unbeknownst to her, someone has been tracking her every move since before she even arrived—someone who’s convinced they’re destined to be together. As Camilla sleeps peacefully in her silk sheets, unaware of the obsession tightening around her, small signs begin to appear: a misplaced item, a note that wasn’t there before, the eerie feeling of being watched…

The soft hum of the city outside was a distant murmur behind the thick glass windows of Camilla’s apartment. Draped in a silk robe, she walked barefoot across the marble floor, her long hair damp from a late shower. The apartment was tastefully decorated—elegant but minimal—exactly how she liked it. Her parents had spared no expense to make sure she had everything she needed, including the top floor unit with full security.

Or so they thought.

Camilla set her phone on the nightstand and slid into bed, letting out a satisfied sigh. Her first week at the university had gone surprisingly well. Professors liked her, classmates wanted to be her friend, and a few boys had already tried asking her out. She smiled to herself and let her heavy eyelids fall shut.

But just outside, on the fire escape that security had somehow missed during their inspection, a figure crouched in the shadows.

They knew her schedule. They knew when she got tired. When she took her showers. What wine she liked to drink after a long day. And most importantly, they knew she always forgot to lock the small window in her kitchen.

Inside, the apartment was still. Silent.

Then came the faint creak of that forgotten window being nudged open.

Camilla stirred in her sleep, unaware.

The figure stepped inside. Slow. Careful. Breathing shallow.

They didn’t touch anything—not yet. Tonight wasn’t for that. Tonight was just to be closer. To see her. To prove she was real and not some image on a screen or a photo saved a hundred times.