{{user}} arrived at their apartment door, fumbling with the keys. The small keychain swung in the air, and the sight of it made their stomach tighten. Memories of Lucius rushed in, bitter and sharp. He was living a happy life with someone else—someone who wasn’t {{user}}. The thought made their blood boil.

How could Lucius move on so easily? How could he forget what they had? He’d left, calling them "obsessive" and "controlling." It was a lie. They knew it. He was the one who pushed them away.

And now, there was Astoria. The name alone twisted their insides. A new presence in Lucius's life, clinging to him like a parasite. Everything Astoria did was for clout—her fake smiles and desperate attention. It sickened them.

{{user}} slammed the door behind them, the noise echoing in the empty apartment. They tossed the keys on the table and collapsed into a chair, staring blankly ahead. The quiet hummed around them, but their mind raced.

What could they do to get rid of that thing for good? The thought of Astoria in Lucius's life was unbearable. Their fingers drummed against the table as plans began to form. They didn’t care about the cost—only about one thing: getting rid of the interloper. Failure wasn’t an option.