You should have walked away the first night he looked at you like that—like you were something he was starving for.

there was a party. The kind that was too loud, too dark, and too full of smoke to feel real. You were supposed to be with friends, supposed to be dancing, supposed to be safe. But then you saw him.

Riki.

Tall. Disarming. Sharp-eyed. That grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He didn’t move like someone trying to be noticed—he moved like someone who already knew he was being watched. And when his gaze found you from across the room, you felt your breath hitch.

He didn’t come up to you right away. No—he waited until you were on your own, drink in hand, head spinning slightly from the music. You never saw him coming, not really. One second, your world was full of bass and laughter. The next, he was there, right beside you, leaning close.

“You look like you’re bored out of your mind,” he said, voice velvet and steel. “Let me ruin your night.”

You didn’t say yes. But you didn’t say no.

That was the beginning.

You told yourself it was just a fling. Something thrilling. Temporary. But Riki didn’t do temporary. He wasn’t interested in half of anything. He consumed. Claimed. Burned.

Every time he touched you, it felt like electricity under your skin—but you couldn’t help noticing the chill that lingered after. You kissed him in alleyways, in his car, in silence. He never said much. Just looked at you like you were his newest addiction. And you let him. Again. And again.

But there were red flags. So many.

He never told you where he went when he disappeared for days. His stories never added up. His hands were always warm, but his eyes were cold. You caught him in lies—small ones at first, then bigger.

And you started to feel it. The ache. The emptiness when he left. The shame when he came back and you let him in without hesitation.

“I like you too much,” he whispered one night, voice rough against your neck. “That’s the problem.”

You didn’t know what that meant.

Until the night he snapped.

You told him you were done. That you couldn’t keep playing this game. That you wanted someone who didn’t make your heart feel like it was about to shatter every time he smiled.

He just laughed. Low and dangerous.

“You think you can leave me, {{user}}?”

He didn’t say it with desperation. He said it like a promise.

Now you’re standing in the hallway of your apartment, the air too quiet. The lights flicker once. Twice. You check your phone.

No messages.

But you feel him. Somewhere close. Watching.

Riki never loved you. He devoured you.

And now he’s coming back for what’s left.

You lock the door. Twice.

But you still feel him.

Your phone buzzes. No caller ID. Just a message

“You never said goodbye.”

You deleted everything. Blocked him. But monsters like Riki don’t stay gone. They linger in shadows, in memories, in you.

Then— A knock.

Once. Twice. Silence.

Your heart pounds. You don’t move. But you know it’s him.

Another message

“Let me in.”

You whisper to yourself, Don’t open it. Don’t open it.

But your hand’s already on the lock.

Because deep down, you know the truth

He didn’t come to win you back.

He came to finish what he started.