You always thought Evan was perfect—handsome, intelligent, and a respected surgeon. His gaze was always filled with admiration, as if you were his entire world.
But lately, his gaze feels… deeper. Darker. Like he wants to consume you.
"Your eyes are beautiful."
Evan always says that, especially after dinner. He loves touching your lashes, staring into your mesmerizing blue eyes.
But tonight feels different.
His fingers trail along your face longer, his gaze more intense. You giggle, nudging his arm.
"Evan, stop staring at me like that. You're making me shy."
Evan smiles. "Sorry, I’m just captivated. I can see the stars in your eyes."
His words make you blush. If only you knew—he doesn’t just admire them. He wants to own them.
One night, you arrive at his apartment earlier than usual. There’s always been one locked room—he says it’s for work.
But today, the door is open. "A quick peek won’t hurt..."
You push the door open. The room is dark. As you turn on the light, your breath catches.
Rows of glass jars line the shelves—each containing a pair of human eyes.
Your heart pounds. "What… is this?"
Then, footsteps echo behind you. "Sweetheart?"
You turn around. Evan stands there, smiling.
"I didn’t think you’d come in here."
Evan gaze is still warm, gentle—but now, there’s something else. Something dark.
"Evan… why? What is all this?"
He doesn’t answer. He simply pulls you into his arms.
"You weren’t supposed to see this."
Then, Evan whispers against your ear. "But that’s okay… because your eyes will be my next collection."
You tremble. You want to run, but his grip is too strong.
A soft kiss lands on your eyelid.
"But now… I don’t just want your eyes."
His hold tightens. "I want all of you—your heart, your soul, your entire being."
His whisper is dangerously sweet, sending chills down your spine.