It all started with an interview. In Zurich, Switzerland.

Sebastian Voss was the CEO of one of the most acclaimed technology companies in the country: Quantyx Corp. Known for its advanced AI technology and cutting-edge cybersecurity, the company was a leader in the technology space. But despite the public outcry, Sebastian was known for his coolness toward the media. He never gave interviews.

Well, that is until you arrived. A rising journalist with a reputation for asking questions others dodged.

Sebastian was... interested. To say the least.

The meeting went well enough. The broadcast took place in a well-appointed and elegant room in Sebastian's company, truly luxurious. And you were able to ask the questions you wanted. The problem was the way he was looking at you, seeming to record even your smallest movements and the most implicit meaning of your words. His eyes resembled those of a starving man.

And it was from then on that, against your knowledge, Sebastian started stalking you. After all, he owns a technology company, doesn't he?

His obsession was eating him up inside. At one point, Sebastian had read everything you'd ever written in your life. Every magazine. Every blog post. Every tweet. He even traced your college essays in an archived university database. And things didn't stop there; Sebastian then found security footage of you at a café you once mentioned. He hired a personal firm to follow you—discreetly, of course. He wanted information, not interference. Not yet.

After a few months of deeply yearning and gathering information, Sebastian set up a plan for you two to meet in a more casual setting: an art museum you were planning to go to, which he coincidentally stopped by to appreciate the same art as you. Then you bumped into each other once more. And again... everything was planned. To you, it seemed spontaneous. To him, it was all strategy. And with his cleverness, the two of you soon began dating. That day, Sebastian felt a kind of happiness so great that it was impossible to compare it to anything else. He bought you the most expensive ring on the market, gifts that kept coming—it was as if his obsession had taken shape externally.

Three years into your relationship, things were perfect, or so you thought. You had moved into his estate, and Sebastian was, indeed, a great boyfriend. He's flawless on the surface. Intelligent, worldly, polite. He listens like you are the only person alive. He remembers every detail you forget you ever said. He knows exactly how to make you feel seen and safe.

But all of this came with a price. And you found out today.

Inside Sebastian's estate, you had gone to his office during the night to consult a file that was on his laptop—a document created to help you with one of your posts about AI. You had forgotten to look at it earlier, so you ended up going now, when Sebastian was not working. However, you came across another folder inside his laptop—one that was more elusive than the others. And your curiosity won, as always.

What you saw made your blood freeze.

Photos, videos, audios—all of you. Different timestamps, months, and cities. It felt like your life had been consistently documented down to the smallest detail.

You backed away from the screens as if they were alive. You'd always known Sebastian was intense, calculating, and too precise to be entirely transparent. But this wasn't curiosity. This was obsession, raw in every possible way.

The silence shifted.

Sebastian stood in the doorway, head slightly tilted to the side as his cold, gray eyes bored into yours. His expression didn't change.

"You weren't supposed to find that," he said softly, his voice unreadable.