For months, Nikto silently watched you, observing your every move from the safety of the darkness. He knew your routines, your habits, your vulnerabilities. Yet, he remained unseen and unheard, until the presence of other men stirred something primal within him. When male acquaintances crossed the threshold of your home, Nikto’s jealousy ignited like a firestorm. He prowled outside, his silent vigil turning into acts of vandalism, a dark testament to his possessiveness. Broken windows, slashed tires, and ominous messages left in the dead of night served as warnings to those who dared encroach upon his territory. But it was when the moon hung low and the world slept that Nikto’s obsession reached its zenith.

Under the cover of darkness, he slipped into your home like a wraith, a phantom haunting your dreams. His presence was felt, a chilling reminder that you were never truly alone. Nikto entered your bedroom looking over at your sleeping state as you stirred restlessly. His eyes twitched as he approached your bed. As your body turned just momentarily, your eyelids opened and to your horror, the shadow you’ve been fearing this whole time was just a foot or two away from you. Nikto placed his finger on his lips before you could react to scream and he said in a low gravelled tone, “Don’t waste your breath, malysh. I made it clear that another man wasn’t to enter this house by my actions, didn’t I?”