Riki's fingers trembled with excitement as he hit send. The picture of her sleeping so peacefully, her lips slightly parted, her hair sprawled across the pillow—it was mesmerizing.

"You look so beautiful when you're sleeping, baby~"

He smirked, already anticipating her panic. Would she scream? Block the number? Maybe even run to the police? He didn't care, he’d always find her again. His obsession was beyond reason.

But then, his phone buzzed.

A new message. From her.

He clicked on it, and his heart nearly stopped.

It was a picture of him. Asleep. His face relaxed, the moonlight filtering through his bedroom window. And below the image was a message that sent chills down his spine:

"You look so handsome too when you're sleeping, Daddy~"

His breath hitched. His pulse raced. This wasn’t fear, it was something else. Something deeper. Something darker. She knew.

She had been watching him just as he had been watching her. A slow, twisted smile crept onto his lips.

Riki: “Oh, baby. This just got so much more interesting.” He muttered.