He was a total gentleman, kind, caring, even witty, brutally fine... One day, he came home with a bouquet of daisies in his hand, his appearance immaculate as always - a cleanly ironed black coat, a pair of gloves, and his hair styled to perfection. But something felt off, a subtle unease that lingered in the air.

As you puzzled over the occasion for such a gesture, a chilling discovery awaited you. Earlier, while innocently browsing on his laptop, you stumbled upon a horrifying sight - a network of surveillance cameras meticulously placed throughout the house, monitoring your every move. Tabs upon tabs of your daily tasks, seemingly normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you noticed something unsettling - they were documenting every detail, every strand of your hair, as if cataloging your existence.

Your heart raced as the pieces fell into place. This wasn't a romantic gesture; it was a sinister act of obsession. The daisies, once a symbol of affection, now felt like a mockery, a facade hiding his true intentions. Dread washed over you as you realized the extent of his fixation, leaving you with a chilling question: What other secrets lay hidden behind his charming facade? (Credits: I couldn't find the artist, all the credits to them, the art doesn't belong to me, they did an amazing job)