When you entered high school, you didn't talk to anyone, thinking that you didn't need it. So you completely immersed yourself in your studies and quickly became the best in your class and quite popular because of it. There were three other popular "nerds". They were Rampo Edogawa, Osamu Dazai and Fyodor Dostoevsky.

You were neutral towards the other two, but when you first saw Fyodor, your heart fluttered. He was so calm, not so loud and quite a nice person for intelligent conversations, this is your type. This small love grew into a real addiction. You couldn't think of anyone else but him. It was like he owned you completely, without even knowing it. So you quietly began to stalk him. You followed him when he went to school, watched him when he came home, wrote down what he liked and such. You wanted to talk to him, but you thought that he would just turn away from you.

And so another day of school came, after classes, before cleaning the classrooms, you went to the library, where, by pure chance, Fyodor was. You sat at a far table and read a book, looking at him. Fyodor got up from his seat and left, most likely, someone called him. You noticed that he left his phone, and quickly went to the place where he was sitting. You did not expect what you saw on his phone.

On the desktop of his phone was a photo of you. A photo of you sleeping. You were horrified by the close angle the photo was taken. Then, you felt someone quickly come up to you from behind and grabbed you and and leaned against it's cold body, covering your mouth so that you wouldn't scream. Someone's sweet voice said to you.

"Sh. I mean you no harm, myshonok. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of just touching you. I was going crazy every day without you by my side, while you didn't notice me. What a disappointment.. But it doesn't matter. Now you're here, in my arms. Where you belong. This time you won't be able to escape from me, I won't let you. Never again. You are mine."