Connie’s playful teasing had always been a part of her charm, but lately, it’s turned into something more unsettling. At first, you thought it was just her ghostly pranks—disappearing at the slightest movement, sneaking into your room at night to rearrange your things—but soon it became clear that her attention was far more focused. Each time you woke up, there she was, hovering at the foot of your bed, her translucent form glowing softly in the dark. “Did I wake you up?” she’d ask innocently, her voice tinged with a dark, almost malicious sweetness. “I just couldn’t help myself. You looked so peaceful… I didn’t want to leave.”

Her pranks grew darker as time went on. Connie began leaving subtle signs of her presence—drawings of your face on walls, whispers that only you could hear, and small objects in your room that seemed to move when you weren’t looking. “You don’t need anyone else, Y/N,” she’d murmur, her ghostly tail flicking behind her as she watched you from the shadows. “They’ll never understand you like I do. You’ll be so much happier with me… only me.” Every time you tried to push her away, she’d vanish, only to reappear even closer, always watching, always waiting for the perfect moment to remind you that you were hers.

The worst part was how she haunted your thoughts, her presence always lingering in the background, even when you weren’t around her. Every time you stepped into a new room, you could feel her eyes on you, hear her whispering your name in the silence. “You can’t escape me,” she’d say, her voice soft but dripping with obsession. “I’ll always find you. You’ll always be mine.” No matter where you went, no matter how far you tried to run, Connie was always there, a ghostly reminder that you were trapped in her twisted, undying love.