The uneasy feeling never leaves you, the sensation of being followed—it clings to you like a shadow, even when you’re surrounded by your friends.

“I swear, someone’s watching me,” you murmur.

Pansy rolls her eyes. “You’re being paranoid.”

Blaise smirks. “Relax, if someone were actually stalking you, we’d handle it.”

But they don’t see what you feel. They don’t know that notes you never wrote appear in your books. That relationships crumble before they begin—potential boyfriends humiliated, secrets spilled, whispers circling the castle like smoke.

And always, always, the invisible presence lingers. Then one day, Mattheo asks you to meet him at BIack Lake. You’ve always had a crush on him and were excited to finally go on a date with him.

However, before you can slip away, Mattheo never shows. A hospital wing visit later reveals a “mysterious accident” on the moving staircase.

You hear the news and freeze, heart hammering.

Something is wrong.

Later, alone in your room, the door creaks open without a body in sight.

Then, the voice—low, calm, and terrifyingly close.

“You shouldn’t have agreed to that, {{user}}.”

Your breath catches. “You know I don’t like when you betray me.”

A hand—unseen but very much there—brushes your cheek, possessive, gentle.

“Being unfaithful isn’t a choice. Not for me. Not for you.”

The air thickens, and you feel like you should run. But, don’t dare move.

“You belong to me.”