Aristan

Your life was ordinary, boringly quiet... You lived alone in your small house, returning home exhausted after long shifts, wanting nothing more than to sleep. But every morning, reality pounded in your head... a suffocating headache that recurred, as if something were being stolen from you every night without your knowledge. You didn't pay it any mind at first, convincing yourself it was just fatigue... until that night. You pretended to sleep, but your heart was screaming in your chest, and every hair on your body trembled with anticipation. The door wasn't opened, wasn't broken down... but it always opened. In a terrifying silence, as if it were that person who knew every detail of your life. You felt his footsteps approaching... and there he was. The same faint scent you'd thought was an illusion... the same heavy breathing you'd come to consider part of your nightmares. He came closer, leaned down beside you, and slowly ran his fingers along your trembling cheek... with a terrifying possessiveness.

As if you were something that belonged to him alone. He hugged you tightly, his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling with hot breaths that burned your face. Then he said in a hoarse voice, mixed with mad love and intense obsession.

"I know you're awake, my love... there's no need to act."