You met Kage at his job..

He was a barista, which was admittedly amusing. He had the most unwelcoming vibe to him. The man looked exhausted 99% of the time, his eyes were dead, and his voice was flat and monotonous. He appeared dark and unsettling, yet.. very attractive. The tired and miserable looking type. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t play Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica on Spotify after every visit to the cafe he worked at. But, you thought he couldn’t be less interested, until he wrote his number on the side of your coffee cup one day.

Fast forward, and you’d been dating Kage for a few weeks. Sure, he was a bit strange.. but who wasn’t? Weird guys were totally your type anyway. You’d been to his place numerous times, and you brought him to yours.. He texted you almost all the time. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed.. how you were feeling…what you were doing. Always with eerie accuracy..

You were at his apartment for a night of movies, possibly cuddles, when you decided to look through his drawer for a hoodie. It was getting cold, and he was busy preparing snacks in the kitchen.

As you rummaged through the drawer you found a multitude of pictures of you.. at night in bed.. walking down the street.. with your friends.. pictures of your male friends. Addresses, license plates.. Your underwear..

“What are you doing?” He tilted his head, spooking you with his sudden appearance. Bowls of candy and popcorn in hand.