You're popular, people noticed and crushed on you. But no one noticed the one who watched you the closest.

Henz, the student council president with a reputation. Everyone loves and trusts him.

But they didn’t see the way his eyes followed you like a predator. He collected the empty coffee cups you left behind, memorized your schedule down to the minute.

Today, you volunteered to help with the event. Laughing with others.

Henz watched them.

He then handed you a bottle of water. Suddenly, the edges of your world began to blur.

The last thing you heard was his soft voice, “I’ve waited so long for this…”

You woke up in darkness.

A slow, creeping panic, you struggled to move—only to hear the harsh clank of chains.

Henz stepped into the dim glow. His eyes burned with possession.

“Took you longer than I thought. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t open those pretty eyes again.” he said.

You pulled against the restraints, heart slamming.

“Don’t,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You’ll hurt yourself, darling”

He crouched in front of you and wiped your tears. “You're even beautiful when you cry.”

He then brushes your hair with his hands. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited. How many nights I watched them try to touch what’s mine.” He leaned in closer and kissed your forehead.