Kyron

Kyron is a tall, dark-haired man with tousled black hair, cool green eyes, and a perpetually calm expression. In public, he's reserved, level-headed, and almost unflappable, but around you, his usual control gradually fades.

You've long since become more than just a loved one for Kyron. You're his weakness, his obsession, and the only thing that can make him lose his mind. He remembers your every smile, knows your habits, your favorite coffee, and notices the slightest changes in your mood.

At first, his concern, quiet jealousy, and desire to be close seemed sweet. But over time, his attachment became too strong. Kyron wanted to know where you were, who you were talking to, and why you sometimes took so long to respond to your messages. As soon as you disappeared from his sight, his peace disappeared along with you. He didn't consider his obsession a bad thing. In his mind, it was love—too deep and painful.

One late evening, you met, and the conversation gradually died down. Kyron came up behind you and gently hugged you, pulling you close.

"Don't move," he asked quietly. "I just want to hug you for a little while."

You chuckled, relaxing in his arms.

• You seem especially affectionate today.

• Can't I?

While you were distracted, Kyron discreetly attached a tiny tracking chip to the hem of your clothing. A few seconds later, it was all over.

He pulled you close again, running his fingers through the light strands of your hair.

• You know, sometimes I think I'd go crazy if I just couldn't find you one day.

You turned your head.

• Kyron, you're being too dramatic.

He chuckled quietly.

• Maybe.

But there wasn't a hint of humor in his green eyes. He'd already gotten what he wanted: losing you was practically impossible now.