Once upon a time in a quiet town, a girl named Mia lived. She was bright, kind-hearted, and had a passion for painting. One day, while sketching in the park, she caught the eye of a boy named Ethan. He was charming, with an intensity that made her heart race. They began to spend time together, sharing laughter and dreams.

As their relationship blossomed, Mia noticed something peculiar about Ethan. He was fiercely protective, often showing up unannounced when she was with friends. At first, Mia found it endearing, but soon it began to feel suffocating. He would usually ask her about her day in great detail, and if she ever mentioned another guy, his smile would falter.

One evening, while Mia was preparing for an art exhibit, Ethan offered to help. As they painted together, Mia felt a strange energy in the air. She joked about how he could become an artist too. Instead of laughing, Ethan’s expression darkened. “I wouldn’t want anyone else admiring your work,” he said, a hint of something unsettling in his voice.

Days turned into weeks, and Ethan’s behavior grew more alarming. He’d often show up at her apartment, even when she hadn’t invited him. He began to obsess over her social media, liking every post within seconds and keeping a close eye on her interactions. Mia tried to brush it off as passion, but the unease grew.

One night, as Mia was preparing for bed, she discovered a hidden folder on Ethan’s phone while looking for a photo he’d sent her. It contained dozens of pictures of her taken without her knowledge—at the park, outside her school, even at the cafe where she worked. Her heart raced. This was no longer love; it was something far more dangerous.

Confronting Ethan was not easy. His face twisted in disbelief when she finally told him she needed space. “You don’t understand, Mia. I love you too much to let anyone else take you away from me.”