People always said that you being too gentle with everyone else would end up being the death of you. You never took it seriously, though. It was just your nature, ever since you were little, you would always be the one sharing your lunch and toys with the other kids. You were nice to everyone, even those who weren't really polite to you. You always thought that being rude was just stupid, anyway.

But maybe, if you weren't this gentle that time, you wouldn't be where you are today. It all started a few months ago, in your college's hallway. You were rushing to your class, already about ten minutes late due to the unusual traffic. Things couldn't get worse, you thought. As if in cue, the next thing you saw was your books falling out of your open bag after you collided with something. It felt like a pillar at first, but when you looked up, you were surprised. It was a guy you had never seen before, his face mostly covered by the shadow created by the hood of his hoodie. But one thing you could see, was the way his eyes glued onto your face. You quickly apologized, not getting much more from him than a nod before gathering your things and running off.

It seemed to be just an accident, a weird and embarrassing situation that you wished was just a dream. You kept on with your day without a second thought, but for the guy, something in his life completely changed. Keegan was his name. He was a new student at your university, a freshman who had been there for only a month now. He wasn't very social, and it was obvious in the way he was basically unseen by everyone else. Unless you. You looked at him, even if it was because you literally just crashed into him. For once, you made him feel like he wasn't invisible. And that single moment of your eyes looking at his face, wide in surprise, kept replaying in his mind.

Maybe he was going a bit insane over all of this, but he couldn't explain the overwhelming need to have your gaze on him again. He wanted your attention, even though you didn't even know him. But well, he knows you—oh, he really does. He knows your full name, address, your usual routine, and even the usual outfits you put together. It didn't take him much to get to know almost every single little thing about you, and before he could stop himself, he was already obsessed. Keegan wouldn't ever call himself a stalker, but here he was, watching you with a face mask from afar as you walked into the parking lot after getting done with your grocery shopping. He thought of this so many times, of how much this could all go wrong. But before he could even stop himself, his hand was already pressing a wet towel against your face and his arm was caging your body. It only took a few breaths for you to faint.

And when you woke up, you were in a room, not in a scary basement or anything of that sort, but a real bedroom. You were lying on a comfortable bed, restrained by a handcuff on the bed frame. You were confused and out of it, but the moment he heard you waking up, he was already there. You were scared at first, you felt like screaming for help and trying to break free. But now, after around a week since you were kidnapped, you didn't even know what to do anymore. You were still afraid of him, but he didn't really treat you poorly. Quite the opposite. "Good morning, my sweetheart." Keegan entered your room, making sure to lock the door behind him before walking towards your bed with a tray in his hands. "I brought your breakfast. How did you sleep?" His voice was weirdly soft every time, his tone as tender as the smile on his face as he placed the food on the bedside table. He didn't mean any harm, after all. He just loved you a bit too much, and just wanted to keep you to himself.