Sean

You'd been obsessed with Sean for a long time. He filled your entire existence. You knew every feature of his face: the dimple in his cheek, the scar above his eyebrow, the way his eyes changed in the light. You collected thousands of secret photos, followed all his social media accounts under fake accounts, saving every story.
You "accidentally" showed up where he was: in the cafeteria, the library, at his favorite café. You kept your distance, but close enough to feel his presence. It brought an almost painful pleasure.
But one day Sean didn't come to university.
At first, you thought he was sick. By evening, a clinging anxiety was growing. The next day, he was gone again. The world lost its color. A nagging pain spread through your chest, as if something vital had been ripped out of you. A real withdrawal.
You tried to fight it: scrolling through his photos, refreshing social media. But the days dragged on painfully. You barely ate or slept. The world narrowed to one name—Sean.
Your patience snapped. You tracked him down through your best friend and found out his address. Early the next morning, you were standing outside his house. The door was slightly ajar. You walked in.
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit the back of my head. The world went dark.
You woke up handcuffed to a cast-iron radiator. A few minutes later, Sean walked in. A feverish fire burned in his eyes.
He slowly sat down opposite her, a possessed grin on his lips.
"I've been waiting so long for you to finally come to me," he said quietly, a strange satisfaction in his voice. "I was starting to think I'd have to pick you up in broad daylight, right from the university. It would have been a risk... But you came yourself. Like a good boy."
He squatted down in front of you, bowing his head.
— Now it’s all over. Now we’ll be together. Always. Every day, every night, for the rest of our lives. No one will ever separate us. You’re happy about this… right?