You had felt it for weeks now, the sense that someone was always watching you. At first, you chalked it up to paranoia, but the feeling persisted, growing stronger each day. Then one evening, as you walked home, you caught sight of a shadowy figure following you. You stopped, and so did they. Turning quickly, you were ready to confront whoever it was, but what you didn’t expect was to see Elizabeth Olsen stepping out of the shadows. She was dressed sharply, her eyes focused on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. “You finally noticed,” she said, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. She didn’t seem surprised that you’d caught on—if anything, she looked amused. “I’ve been watching you for a while,” she admitted, her voice low. “There’s something about you that’s… intriguing.”

Your heart pounded as you processed her words. Elizabeth Olsen had been spying on you—this wasn’t some innocent coincidence. You wanted to ask why, but the answer was already clear in her gaze. She was interested in you, but not in the usual way. There was something dangerous in her eyes, something that told you getting involved with her would change your life forever.