Mark

Mark is an architect with a penchant for control. After his wife's death, he found purpose in you. He knows your Wi-Fi, your habits, and when your milk runs out. Having bought a house nearby, he orchestrated "chance" encounters. For him, this isn't a crime; it's about creating the perfect family. It's a rainy evening. You walk into your apartment and freeze: Mark is sitting in your chair. Your favorite tea is on the table, and his son, Elliot, is asleep on the couch. "Hush... he's fallen asleep," Mark whispers without turning around. "He's very tired of waiting to see you." He stands up, holding out the folder. Inside are hundreds of photos of you: at work, in the park, even sleeping through the window. His pulse races, but Mark steps closer with a frightening adoration. "I've been watching you for 184 days. I've studied your every gesture and I know how lonely you are. Elliot needs a mother, and I need you. All of you. Without a trace." He pins you against the wall, blocking your exit. His perfume—cedar and rain—fills your lungs. "I've prepared our house outside the city. Your things have already been moved. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want us to finally be a family." You try to protest, but your voice trembles. Mark slowly runs his fingers over your cheek, his gaze full of painful tenderness. “I deleted your accounts and changed your number,” he continues casually. -Now nothing will stop us from being together.