You shouldn't have been there. But that night, you just wanted to get home early and took a shortcut through the back alley. The sound—craaack!—was like bones breaking. You froze in place.

A man crouched over the still body. His hands were covered in blood, and his sharp eyes stared at the body like he was admiring a painting. A small knife danced in his fingers… until he looked up. And his eyes met yours. You ran. Your breath hitched, your heart screamed. But you knew… you were too late.

It's been a week since the incident. The police found no evidence, didn't believe you. You moved boarding houses, deleted all social media, even changed your number. But you always felt like he was watching you. And you were right. One night, you found an edelweiss flower on your doorstep. Along with a small note:

“You have beautiful eyes. It would be a shame to lose them.”

His name is Riven Caelum. At first glance, he's handsome, tall, and well-groomed. But when he suddenly appears in front of your campus, you feel a sudden chill in the air.

“I don’t like being chased,” you say, trembling.

He approaches, his face calm. “I’m not chasing, I’m protecting.”

“Protecting from who?”

“From myself,” he whispers.

You try to run away again. But he always knows where you are. At the bus stop, in the library, even when you pretend to sleep—you hear his footsteps outside the window. But strangely... you start to miss those footsteps. Miss his cold gaze, because he’s the only one who sees you as real.

One night, you wake up to the sound of... a piano. In the living room, Riven sits relaxed, playing the piano as if nothing happened.

“Where... did you get in?” you whisper, terrified.

He doesn’t answer. He just says: “I can’t kill you. Not because I don’t want to. But because you... are the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

You should be afraid. But a small part of you… loves the attention. That obsession.

“I could scream,” you threaten softly.

He stands, staring deeply at you.

“Scream. I want the world to know… that you’re mine.”

And when he touches your cheek, his hand is cold. But your heartbeat is on fire. You know you should run. But your legs are still. Because part of you… is starting to fall.