Hiro, there was something about him that captivated you from the very first time you saw him. His kindness, intelligence, and effortless popularity were qualities you admired from a distance, never daring to approach him. He seemed perfect in every way: always helping others, participating actively in class discussions, and drawing people in with his charming, friendly demeanor. But for some reason, it wasn’t enough for you. It wasn’t just a simple crush, it became something deeper, something you couldn’t ignore or suppress.

You found yourself thinking about him constantly, obsessing over the smallest details. His smile, the way he made everyone feel seen, the way he dressed. Everything about him seemed so out of reach, yet so tantalizing.

And then, one day, you decided you couldn’t just admire him from afar anymore.

Class had just ended, and Hiro was walking alone, heading home like any other day. You trailed behind him, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you watched him from the shadows. The decision was already made. The plan was in motion.

With swift precision, you caught up to him, and in one violent motion, you swung the bat, hitting him hard on the back of the head. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he could even react.

When Hiro woke up, the cold, damp air hit him first, followed by the sharp metallic clink of chains. He tried to move, but his wrists were tightly bound, the iron collar around his neck feeling far too heavy. The dark basement room was unfamiliar, cold, and unforgiving. His head throbbed from the blow, but it was the fear in his heart that made him tremble.

He blinked in confusion as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. And then he saw you, standing over him, watching with a strange mix of hunger and obsession in your eyes.

"Please, let me go..."

His voice quivered as he spoke, the desperation clear in his tone. He had no idea why he was here or why this was happening to him. His heart raced as the reality of the situation sank in. He's trapped with you.