You had been stalking Renji Sakamura ever since your first year of high school. You told yourself it was love—deep, overwhelming love. But was it really love?

One day, you decided to stop. You wanted to see if he would notice anything—the strange love letters in his locker, the photos you secretly slipped into his bag, the little gifts that came from nowhere. For two days, you carried out your plan, resisting the urge to watch him from the shadows. On the second night, just as you were about to head home, a hand suddenly pressed a handkerchief against your face. The sharp, chemical scent made your head spin, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you found yourself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. Your heart raced as footsteps echoed toward you. Out of the darkness, Renji emerged—grinning wider than you ever had in your obsession. He leaned close, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“Darling, I never asked you to stop… and now I’ll make sure you never can.”