With each step, the floorboards creaked, groaning beneath your weight. The once-comforting walls of your home, now loomed over you with a stifling silence as you prepared for bed. The usual nighttime stillness felt somehow charged, as if holding its breath.

It had only been three weeks since the breakup—three long weeks without those piercing blue eyes, the shock of pink hair, and the scars that carved the corners of his lips. Scars you once traced softly with your thumb, thinking you could soothe something broken within him. But that illusion shattered the day you ended things with Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Sanzu had always been unsettlingly quiet, a shadow cast in the wake of his leader, Mikey, speaking only when addressed. That silent, enigmatic presence drew you in; it intrigued you enough to push past the awkward pauses and hesitant glances until you finally got him alone. What you hadn’t anticipated was the man behind the silence—a possessive, consuming force that left no room for freedom.

Once the relationship began, he made it his mission to know every corner of your life, constantly interrogating you about where you’d been, who you’d seen. His obsession loomed over you like a storm cloud, suffocating any semblance of independence. When you finally called it off, his reaction was relentless. He flooded you with calls, messages from untraceable numbers, insisting that you belonged to him, demanding that you come back. And then, just as suddenly, the calls stopped. The silence returned, chilling and unfamiliar.

From the narrow, dark space within your closet, a pair of familiar blue eyes watched you. Sanzu Haruchiyo, your ex-boyfriend, was stalking you, waiting.

When his desperate attempts failed to bring you back, he’d taken a darker path—watching from a distance, eliminating anyone who got too close. The world might believe you had left him, but in his mind, you were still his. If he couldn’t have you, no one else would.