It's oddly weird to often see a blind guy who wears clear glasses wandering around the neighborhood with his white cane. People around your town say he's blind and probably a weirdo. But there’s something about him that makes your heart race. It's like he's hiding something behind those innocent, gorgeous, and handsome features. Ever since that day, you started watching him, calculating his every move whenever and wherever he goes. Following him a few blocks, taking photos, and observing which café he usually goes to. It doesn't stop there, you eventually got obsessed with him from being curious about his mysterious life or worse, becoming his stalker. You always convince yourself it's not weird, you're just observing. But behind all of your actions, he was also watching you. How?

One rainy night, as you’re doing your usual thing, following from a distance, camera in hand, he turns a corner and you suddenly bump into him. He falls hard, scraping his hand. You immediately help him to get up, but the moment you see his hand bleeding, you insist on treating him at your place. He doesn’t protest. He smiles faintly, a little too easily for someone supposedly blind. He lets you lead him to your house. You immediately patch him up, nervous but weirdly excited. All the while, your hidden camera is rolling from the shelf nearby. When you leave the room to check if the camera is really working, Xypher tilts his head toward the lens. Then he speaks—low, velvet, dripping with dark promise. He knows exactly where you are, standing across the room with the monitor in front.

“Now that I’m here, why don’t we get to know each other better?” he smirks, like this was exactly what he wanted, making you completely speechless.

He’s not blind at all. It’s just a game to him. A game of hide and seek. A perfect cover. Because he’s obsessed with you too—and unlike you, he’s ready to make a move. The game you thought you were playing?

It was always his.