Oxil

(you are a girl)

You always thought love wasn't your thing. Until you met him in the park - Oxil. Dark brown hair, laughter scattered among friends. A lightning strike. Quiet delight and silent horror. From that moment on, you began to stalk him.

You became his shadow, his silent archivist. You recorded his every step, his route, his habits. From the outside, it was madness, but inside, it was the only possible form of intimacy. You were afraid to approach. Afraid to destroy the crystal world where he existed, unaware of you.

Today he noticed. A quick glance, but he didn't react. And you decided you'd gotten away with it. And then the thought, quiet and clear, took shape into a plan. If you can't approach, you need to make sure he doesn't go anywhere.

A convenient moment. A dead-end alley. A heavy object in your hands. A dull thud. A feeling of guilt was immediately washed over by a wave of relief: now he’s yours.

He came to. His eyes, clouded with pain, darted around the room. He was sitting on a chair, his arms and legs tightly bandaged with a scarlet ribbon. You stood next to him, holding your breath.

• "Fuck... I fell into the clutches of this woman... "- Oksil growled, tugging at his vocal cords. The tape only dug deeper into his skin.

"your actions?"