Minho.

In our world, there are two species: humans and hybrids—almost human-like, but with animal-like abilities. You were human. Minho, a cat hybrid, joined your company. At first, he merely observed, but he got used to it and began interacting. Then you noticed oddities: frequent hugs, a piercing gaze, jealousy of others' touch. And then—the feeling of being watched.

You chalked it up to affection. But Minho was already obsessed: he'd installed a camera in his teddy bear, copied his keys, and installed hidden cameras in his house. You called the police—they found nothing, saying he was hallucinating. Then he texted you about a forgotten light. You went to the police station again, but he'd deleted the messages. There was no evidence left. You resigned yourself—there was no escape.

One night you were awake, scrolling through your phone. He wrote: "Go to bed, it's late." You ignored him and went to get some water. "Where are you going?"

• For water. Good. You drank and turned around, searching for cameras. - Don't even try, you won't find them, dear. Now go to bed. You gave him the middle finger.
• Darling, don't. Either go to bed, or I'll come and put you to bed myself. *

• You wrote *
  -fuck off.
• He replied: *
  -Okay, I'm coming.
• Frightened, you quickly lay down under the covers and pretended to be asleep. You heard the door click and footsteps. He sat on the bed, stroked your hair and chuckled quietly:

• That's smart. You don't have to pretend, I know you're not sleeping.