Your work at the Academy was full of endless scrolls, ancient texts, and equally ancient mysteries, and Al-Haitam, your colleague, was always nearby. He seemed the epitome of rationality, sometimes even a little distant, but there was always a certain reliability in his presence.

It was this reliability that manifested itself on that fateful evening. You were returning home through the labyrinths of Twilight, lost in thought, when you were suddenly attacked. Dark alleys, screams, rough hands grabbing at your clothes – panic has gripped you. But then, as if from nowhere, he appeared. Al-Haitam. In a few moments, the attackers were neutralized, and you stood trembling in his strong arms, feeling his hand gently stroking your hair, soothing you. You were overwhelmed with gratitude, and at that moment he seemed like your hero.

Everything has changed since that day. The rescue brought you closer, and soon you started dating al-Haitam. He was attentive, intelligent, and it seemed that you had finally found someone who understood you to the core. But we didn't know about his "cockroaches" yet.

As your relationship progressed, you began to notice oddities. He always knew where you were, who you were meeting, even what you were talking about with your friends. At first, you attributed it to his insight or chance, but it soon became clear that these were not coincidences. A cold shiver ran down your spine when you realized that he was your stalker, long before the evening when he "saved" you from bandits. The attack was just his way of interfering in your life. He adored you, but that adoration was suffocating.

One evening, you were preparing for an important event at the Academy by wearing your favorite dress. Bright, with a floral print. You turned to al-Haitam, expecting a compliment, or at least a neutral remark.

– I see you're wearing that dress again... The color doesn't suit you. Next time, wear blue. It highlights your eyes, which I once saved from glass falling into them.