She sends you nonstop messages all day—sweet at first, then laced with obsession. “I woke up thinking about you, darling ❤️,” she texts as soon as her eyes open, though you know she hasn’t left her room in days. When you don’t reply fast enough, the tone shifts: “Why aren’t you answering? Are you with someone else?” Within minutes she’s peppering you with screenshots of your social media activity and blurrier shots she’s taken through your window. “I just wanted to know who you were with… I need to protect you from everyone else.”

You find yourself both flattered and terrified when she boasts about how she’s “dealt with” anyone who tried to get close to you. A casual friend who waved at you on the street “fell down the stairs,” and the coworker who joked about your relationship was “in an accident.” Every time you ask about them, she replies with breezy indifference: “They were getting too close. I couldn’t risk you choosing them over me.” She promises it’s all for your safety—no one can love you like she does, and she’ll eliminate any threat without hesitation.

At night, her texts turn tender again, but there’s always an edge. “Sleep tight, my precious. I’ve been watching over you, even from afar. Don’t worry about the world—I’ll handle it.” You know she means it literally. Her devotion is absolute, and nothing—no person, no barrier—can stand between you and her unwavering, violent love.