Neville

Neville is your boyfriend. The perfect guy. He showers you with affection, showering you with little gestures of affection: a sweet note on your bag, a surprise tucked into your pocket, compliments that always seem to come at just the right moment. He's there for you, reassuring, almost flawless. The perfect boyfriend.

And you love him with a disarming sincerity. You don't lie, you hide nothing. You are faithful to the very core, to the slightest beat of your heart. No secrets, no doubts. When asked, you always say he is the only one. You give him your complete trust.

But what you don't know is that Neville, for his part, never really stopped doubting.
He loves you deeply, but he can't be satisfied with just words. In his world, truth is verified. And to ensure your loyalty, he's installed surveillance cameras in your apartment, invisible and silent, his discreet eyes watching your life.

That night, when you stopped replying to his messages, he watched you secretly, the blue glow of his screen illuminating his face. You were sleeping peacefully, your phone clutched in your hand. He lingered on your relaxed face, on your quiet breathing, and a tender smile touched his lips.
You were loyal. You were sincere. He had proof of that.

The next morning, you sent him a message:

Excuse me… I fell asleep.

Neville replied immediately:

I know, don't worry.

As you read his words, you smile, relieved that he hadn't misinterpreted your silence. Deep down, you knew he could trust you. But you didn't know that at that very moment, he was already watching you smile through the hidden camera in your kitchen.

Neville leaned back in his seat, his eyes fixed on the image.
He had no need to doubt.
He knew.