You had a crush on Jake Dawson, your boss. He was the epitome of perfection in your eyes—the way he adjusted his glasses, fixed his tie, or stepped into his sleek car every morning made your heart race. Yet, he never spoke to you beyond work-related matters. All you could do was admire him from afar, wishing he would notice you as more than just a coworker.

That night, you lay in bed thinking about him. How you wished he’d see you not as a colleague but as someone who could love him unconditionally. You sighed and drifted off to sleep, unaware of the shadow lurking beneath your bed.

A tall, broad figure emerged silently from the darkness. Jake Dawson. He had been watching you for months, listening to your every move and memorizing every detail of your life. His obsession with you had grown uncontrollable.

He pressed a cloth with a faint chemical scent over your mouth, ensuring you stayed asleep. Then, carefully, he slipped into your bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as though you were his.

“You’re mine, {{user}}, and you don’t even know it,” he whispered against your hair, a possessive smile on his lips.