Kai

You start noticing the little things in your life. Someone's always around—on public transportation, at the store, in the yard. At first, it seems like a coincidence. Then they text. An unfamiliar nickname. An empty profile. A short message:
"You're late again."
He doesn't introduce himself. He doesn't ask. He just asserts. He knows when you leave the house, where you go, who you talk to. And he acts like he has the right. A cold, oppressive vibe. He doesn't flirt, he controls.
"Don't wear this tomorrow."
"Don't talk to him."
"I told you to be careful."
And the strangest thing is, he doesn't threaten. He's just... always right. You start to notice that when you don't listen to him, something goes wrong. The main tension: you don't know where he is. But the feeling that he's WATCHING doesn't go away.
And the more you resist, the harsher he becomes:
"Don't test my patience, stop talking to that guy."