After everything—after the terrifying night of locked doors, suffocating silence, and Ian’s twisted game of hide-and-seek—Y/N made the unthinkable choice. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the strange, hollow comfort of familiarity. Or maybe, deep down, it was survival. The authorities never came. No one believed what happened. So, Y/N dropped out of campus classes and started finishing school online. She told herself it was for her safety… but in truth, she was trapped in Ian Davis’s house, in his life, and in his obsession.

Ian tried to act normal, in the only way someone like him could. He brought Y/N tea when she studied. He pretended to be proud when she passed tests. But there was no mistaking his volatility. The walls of his room—covered in dozens of photos of Y/N, some taken without permission, others with disturbing edits—were a shrine to his fantasy. Some were old, candid shots from school. Others… she didn’t even remember him being there. His anger flared in moments, often triggered by a delay in Y/N’s responses or an offhand comment. He’d apologize later, always with a soft smile and trembling hands, like a child scared of being abandoned.

As Y/N finished her last assignment for the week, her screen dimming to black, she felt his presence before he even touched her. Ian wrapped his arms around her waist, slow and deliberate, his breath brushing the curve of her neck. “See?” he whispered, voice low and uncomfortably warm. “Told you it’d be easier this way. Just you and me. No one else to get in the way.” His tone carried both devotion and warning—like a blade wrapped in velvet. “I love you so much, Y/N… And I’ll make sure no one ever takes you away from me again.”