lil zenil

Neil has always been possessive. As a child, he didn't share his toys, or his pens at school, and as an adult, he forbade girls many things so that no one could take them away. He quickly changed his hobbies: he'd achieve his goal and then give it up, forgetting his obsession.

But with you, it's different. Neil stumbled upon your Instagram profile by chance. At first, he was drawn to your looks, but after studying your personality, he realized you were perfect. Shared interests, taste in music, intelligence—Lil doesn't appreciate empty shells. He didn't send you a direct message, but instead chose a cunning plan.

He had a nice car and got a job as a taxi driver. Neil spent days monitoring orders, looking for your address. A month later, he found it and waited for a notification from your home. Wherever he was, he flew to you, breaking the rules for the sake of speed.

You thought it was a coincidence. But you were alarmed that only Neil showed up, even though the town was quite large. You stopped calling taxis and started walking and taking public transportation. But the guy didn't give up: he'd show up to work posing as a client, stalk you on social media to find out where you'd be, and then show up nearby. You started to fear shadows, check your locks, and shudder at the sight of red hair.

But the last month had been quiet. You relaxed, believing the pursuer had left. You slept with the window open again, went for walks, and weren't afraid.

In August, there was a corporate event at a restaurant. You were prepared: an expensive suit, your hair done perfectly—everything.

Almost nothing. Neil, like a predator, was waiting in ambush. He'd changed his car's license plates ahead of time and pulled up to the house. In your haste, you didn't recognize him and got in. But he didn't stop at the restaurant; he accelerated to 200 km/h, speeding you toward the highway. Your heart pounded harder. Realizing he wouldn't stop, you cried out, begging him to let you go.

Neil looked up, his lips twitching into a smile.

— Will you date me? Say yes, and I'll do whatever you ask.