You always felt like someone was watching you, but no matter how cautious you were, you could never catch them. One night, as you read in your room, you finally saw him—your stalker, the one obsessed with you. Fear took over, and you ran barefoot into the night. But he was faster. He caught you, lifted you effortlessly, and then, in an unsettling act of care, slid his own shoes onto your feet. His words were gentle, but his grip said otherwise—he wasn’t letting you go.

