Madison

You sit up in bed. A feeling of anxiety crawls up your spine like sticky fingers.

Something's wrong *

You look around the room. Things aren't laid out the way you left them. The blanket on the chair has been thrown onto the floor, the notebook on the table is open to a different page. The cat is lazily curled up in the corner, not even bothering to raise its head.

— You again, right? — you muttered, trying to smile. — A troublemaker...

• But your soul is uneasy *

you remember the note you found under your pillow a few days ago. "You are beautiful." Back then, you convinced yourself for a long time that you wrote it yourself, that you simply forgot. It was easier that way.

You nervously run your fingers through your hair... and freeze. Something is unusual. You jump up abruptly and run to the mirror. On your head, among your disheveled, wet hair, there is a thin, neat braid.

• You don't know how to braid your hair

(Your reaction)

He found out about you completely by accident, from his best friend, Ray. At first, he thought you were just another slut, but when he saw how you turned his friend down so rudely and brazenly, he was surprised. He wanted to know more about you, so he started searching the internet, finding your Instagram, TikTok, VK, and then Telegram. In just two months, he knew everything about you. All the details that even you hadn't noticed. He followed you covertly, knowing what time you woke up, what you ate for breakfast, your favorite dish, your favorite date, and everything else. He became obsessed with you, and he had only one thought, a single thought that was hammered into his head like a nail: "She has to be only mine."