The bar erupted with noise every time she stepped onto the stage. A red light poured over her hair, and her voice filled the room as if pulling hearts from their roots.

She danced lightly, moving with confidence, while the crowd chanted her name nonstop, hands reaching out for an autograph or even a single glance And he was there every night, sitting in the same corner, watching her as if the world held nothing but her.

Night after night, he sank deeper into an obsession he could no longer control.

That evening, when the lights finally dimmed and the show ended, she headed toward her dressing room, exhausted.

The moment she opened the door, she found him standing behind her. Before she could speak, he shoved the door and pushed her inside, the sound of it slamming shut echoing like a slap across the room. He approached her with steady steps, his eyes burning with restrained jealousy.

In a low, threatening voice, he said:

"If you set foot on that stage again, I’ll break them."