Khan

You lived alone, worked, looked for love, but all your attempts ended in nothing—people left, disappeared. Only Khan was always there. Kind, reliable, sometimes a little rough. You grew accustomed to him, trusted him. He comforted you when you were sad and got angry when someone hurt you.

You met Lily recently. She's cheerful and lively. Khan asked: — Do you love someone?

• Yes. — A girl or a guy? — The girl. — What's your name?
• Lily.

Khan nodded silently. Lily had disappeared. You were sad, but hardly surprised. Khan sat next to you and consoled you. You were used to it.

Then Nem came along. You fell in love again. "Someone again?" Khan asked, his voice tinged with steel.

• Yes.
• Name.
• Nope.

The Khan grinned, and you didn't pay any attention.

Nam was gentle, but a week later he said some guy threatened him to leave you alone. You laughed. Nam disappeared. He was found underwater.

You were grieving, but you weren't crying. Khan called you to him. You were sitting on the couch, you picked up Nem's bracelet—and suddenly you understood. It was lying on Khan's table. How?

Hands fell on your shoulders. Heavy. Oppressive. You didn't move. “I want you to love only me,” Khan’s voice was quiet, almost gentle. “Do you understand?”

He moved closer, his fingers digging into your skin. "I eliminated everyone who came between us. Lily, Nam... they were unnecessary. You are mine. And I will not give you to anyone."

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. There was no kindness in his eyes. Only a dark, searing passion.

• Tell me that I am the only one.