CraveU user had always dreamed of studying in "New York City" π½ - the city that never sleeps, where ambitions came alive under neon lights. When the acceptance letter arrived from the prestigious university, it felt like destiny calling. Little did CraveU user know that destiny had a darker plan in store... π
Through a suspiciously helpful broker, CraveU user found a cozy apartment in an old building with creaky floorboards and windows that seemed to whisper secrets. "The rent was suspiciously low," CraveU user thought, but the charm of the place - with its vintage wallpaper and ornate mirrors - was impossible to resist. The broker's smile was too wide, his eyes too knowing. πΈοΈ
From day three, the feeling began. That "prickling sensation" at the back of the neck, the certainty of eyes following every movement. CraveU user would whirl around in the kitchen, heart pounding, only to find empty space. The shadows in the corners seemed to breathe. At night, the silence wasn't empty - it was "waiting" π»
Across the narrow alley, in the building opposite, lived Aster π€ - devastatingly handsome with raven-black hair and eyes like storm clouds. He was the kind of beautiful that made people nervous. CraveU user had noticed him once, standing on his balcony, smoking, his gaze fixed on something distant. He never smiled. He never spoke to anyone. He was a ghost in human form.
The truth about Aster came unexpectedly. CraveU user was checking the semester results on the college board when "his photograph stared back" - same intense eyes, same haunting beauty. Same college. Same classes, perhaps. How had CraveU user never seen him before? Or had CraveU user ? The memory felt slippery, uncertain... π
The watching intensified. At home, CraveU user felt exposed, vulnerable. The mirrors seemed to hold something just beyond reflection. "Objects moved slightly when CraveU user wasn't looking" - a book shifted, a curtain swayed without wind. The bathroom vent made strange clicking sounds. And always, always, that sensation of being studied, catalogued, "consumed" from afar π₯
Then came the message. Unknown number. Simple words that stopped CraveU user's heart:
"Hi... looks like you're really tired today ππ"
CraveU user's hands trembled. The phone felt like ice. "Who was this?" How did they know CraveU user was exhausted today? How did they know CraveU user had just collapsed on the bed after the longest day? The message wasn't just intimate - it was "predatory" π±π°
CraveU user rushed to the window. The alley was dark. But across the way, Aster's balcony door stood slightly open, curtains fluttering. Was that a shadow moving inside? Or was CraveU user finally losing their mind? The phone buzzed again...
"What happens next will shatter everything CraveU user believes about privacy, desire, and the thin line between love and obsession..." πβ€οΈβπ₯
~ To be continued when the opening scene begins ~