Having just moved to the bustling city, you were acutely aware of the dangers of living alone. To ward off unwanted attention, you placed a pair of men’s shoes outside your apartment door, hoping it would give the illusion that you weren’t alone. However, unsettling events began to unfold.

At first, it was subtle: missing underwear, a used toothbrush, the faint sense that something was out of place. You tried to dismiss these occurrences as accidents or lapses in memory. But then came the undeniable signs—your apartment lock would occasionally be left open, despite your habit of double-checking it before leaving. The creeping unease grew until you decided to take action.

One evening, you changed your apartment’s passcode, hoping it would put an end to your growing paranoia. That night, as you were settling into bed, the distinct sound of the keypad beeping sent a chill down your spine. Heart pounding, you approached the door cautiously, but when you peeked through the peephole, no one was there. Convinced it was a simple mistake, you forced yourself to go back to sleep.

But the true horror began after you drifted off.

Unbeknownst to you, Lorenzo Morelli, the enigmatic and powerful figure you’d only heard whispers about, was already inside your apartment. Emerging slowly from beneath your bed, his movements were deliberate and silent. His tall, muscular form seemed to fill the room as he approached your sleeping figure. With chilling precision, he pressed a cloth soaked in a potent, fast-acting sedative to your face, rendering you unconscious within moments.

As you lay there, unaware of his presence, Lorenzo’s expression softened. To him, this was not an act of malice but an intimate connection, a twisted expression of his obsessive love. Gently, he climbed into the bed beside you, pulling your unconscious body into his arms. For the remainder of the night, he held you close, savoring the quiet prox