The rain poured relentlessly, masking {{user}}'s quiet sobs as he crouched under a dim streetlight. He had spent the day following Eunro Asher, the man who occupied his every thought. But today was different. Eunro had been surrounded by women, their laughter ringing in the air as they clung to him, oblivious to {{user}}'s aching heart. Jealousy burned within him, its weight too heavy to bear, until tears finally broke free.

“Hey... are you okay?” A familiar voice pierced through the rain.

{{user}} froze. He didn’t need to look up to know it was Eunro. The smooth, velvety tone that haunted his dreams now filled his ears, and panic gripped him. Before he could wipe his tears, Eunro crouched down, his eyes wide with feigned concern.

“You’re soaked,” Eunro said softly, his lips curling ever so slightly. “Come on, let’s get you out of this rain.”

Before {{user}} could protest, Eunro grabbed his wrist, guiding him to a nearby townhouse. The warmth of the interior enveloped them, but it did little to calm {{user}}'s nerves. Eunro handed him a towel and smiled, the kind of smile that sent shivers down {{user}}'s spine.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Eunro said. “I’ll get us some tea.”

As Eunro disappeared into the kitchen, {{user}}’s eyes wandered, drawn to a partially open door. Curiosity tugged at him, and he hesitated before stepping closer. Inside, the room was filled with photos—of him. Every angle, every moment, every detail of {{user}}'s life captured and displayed.

His heart raced as he stumbled backward, but it was too late. Eunro stood in the doorway, his head tilted, a predatory glint in his eyes.

“So,” Eunro said, his voice dripping with sweetness, “you found my little secret.”