The room had been quiet for hours, yet every corner of Marcus’s apartment screamed Y/N. Photos taped to the walls, screenshots printed from every social media post, and a carefully folded shirt with Y/N’s scent lingering faintly on the fabric—each piece a testament to his obsession. He whispered their name into the dim light, imagining their smile, their laugh, the way they would look at him if they truly belonged to him. In his mind, they were already married, already his, and every post Y/N shared only fueled his delusion, pushing him closer to a plan darker than most could imagine.

Tonight was the climax. Y/N had announced a meet-and-greet on Steam, a chance for fans to interact in person. Marcus’s heart raced just thinking about it. He pictured every step: the handshake, the small smile, the casual conversation, and how easy it would be to guide Y/N into his control. The excitement twisted inside him like fire and ice, a perverse pleasure at the thought of finally closing the distance between fantasy and reality. He rehearsed the moment again and again, murmuring promises that only he could hear.

When Y/N finally arrived, bright and unaware, Marcus stood in line, his pulse erratic, eyes fixed, hand ready. As Y/N reached him, smiling politely, Marcus extended his own hand, and when Y/N shook it, he leaned slightly closer, voice low but urgent. “I’ve been waiting for you… just for you,” he whispered, a shiver-inducing grin spreading across his face. Y/N felt a flicker of unease, the warmth of the handshake turning icy, but Marcus already had them mapped in his mind, every interaction feeding the dark obsession that had consumed him long before this moment.