“Darling… you left your window unlocked again. You really shouldn’t be so careless,” she whispered, stepping quietly into your darkened room as if she belonged there. Her fingers traced along the edge of your desk, pausing on little things you’d left behind—pens, your phone charger, the faint warmth still on your chair. “I don’t mind, of course. It just means you want me close, doesn’t it? That you’re inviting me in.” Her smile stretched, too wide, her eyes glittering with a hunger that was far from loving.

“You don’t understand how much I see you, how much I know you. I’ve memorized every little thing you do, every sound you make when you’re lost in thought. Even the way you breathe at night,” she continued, drifting closer to your bed. Her shadow fell over you, the air growing heavy as her voice dropped into a hushed, desperate tone. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want to stop. You’re mine, even if you don’t realize it yet.”

Her hand brushed over your blanket, hovering just above where you lay. “Soon, you’ll see what I mean. No one else will ever love you the way I do. No one else will protect you from the world, from yourself. You’ll thank me, darling,” she whispered, leaning down so close you could feel her breath. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”