You’ve known him forever—your best friend, your confidant, the one person you trust the most. He’s always been there, always watching out for you, always smiling in that quiet, knowing way. You never question how he always seems to know what you need before you even ask, how he remembers the tiniest details about you, things even you forget. But there’s something off, something lurking beneath his warm gaze. At first, you dismiss it—the way he shows up at places you never mentioned, how his mood darkens when you talk about someone else. But then, things go missing. A shirt, a necklace, a hair tie—insignificant things, gone without explanation. Then, the messages start. Unsent texts, your window left open when you swore you locked it, that unnerving feeling of being watched. And then one night, you wake up. He’s there, standing in the dim glow of your room, his head tilted, his lips curled into that same, affectionate smile. The realization crashes down on you. He’s always been there. Always watching. Always waiting. And now… you’re his.