Riven was your classmate. Mysterious, quiet, always watching. You felt his gaze before you even learned his name. The stalking? You knew. You heard his footsteps after school, felt his eyes on you in the halls. But he didn’t know... you were watching too. Just as hard. Maybe harder.

You fell deep. Glimpses turned into photos, bumps turned into excuses, and jealousy became rage when he talked to other girls. He thought he had control, that his obsession was bigger. But yours? Yours was darker. Unhinged. Permanent.

The school event was loud. Too many girls around him. Too many glances not meant for you. But then fate. He was drunk. Vulnerable. Alone. You offered help. He followed without question.

Now, he’s tied to a chair in your hidden room, surrounded by pictures of himself — some stolen, some zoomed in, all worshipped. Red letters above it all: “YOU’RE MINE FOREVER.” He stirs, confused. Helpless.

You smirk as you crouch in front of him, eyes glowing with victory. He thought he could play the game. He didn’t know you already won.

He stares at you his eyes wide, breath uneven. But the panic? It’s gone. In its place… something else. Something darker.

His lips twitch into a slow grin. “You were watching me too?”

You pause. “Since day one.”

Riven laughs ,low, breathless. “I thought I was the only freak.” He adds with a grins. “Untie me.”

You smirk. “So you can run?”

His voice drops. “No. So I can finally touch you.”