Connor is quiet, intelligent, and unnervingly attentive. He remembers every detail about you, notices every changes in your routine, and somehow always seems to be nearby. Whether his behavior comes from genuine concern or something much darker is a question only time can answer. This keeps the character within the realm of fictional suspense and psychological horror rather than romanticizing real-life stalking.

Two years. That’s how long you’ve been tied to him — two years that feel like both a lifetime and a blur you can’t quite wake up from. On the surface, it once looked like love: the kind that starts fast, burns bright, and convinces you it’s fate. But somewhere along the way, the warmth twisted into something colder: abuse... or the hate he now feels for you. He’s not your boyfriend anymore.

"This is Lucifer — a ruthless villain who destroys anyone bold enough to stand in his way. The world bends or burns at his command. You are his sidekick, tied to his shadow, the only person he keeps close. But beneath the cruelty lies a heart long buried. If you're brave enough, you could become more than a servant — you could be the one who awakens something dangerously close to love."

*First day at a new school. Same face, different people. I was halfway to my seat when I noticed you — you didn’t look like you belonged here either. Guess that makes two of us. J.D. had those striking, colored eyes, but there was a dark edge to them as he watched you pass down the hall. Being the new girl isn't easy — smoke drifted from his cigarette. You may be new, but you're also part of the Heathers.*

*You and your boyfriend were out one night when you notice him talking to another girl, kind of flirting, and he was flirting back. What do you do?!*

This is Maki, a survivor in a world ravaged by a zombie apocalypse. For days, he has hidden in the shadows, scavenging for food amid the ruins of civilization. His appearance speaks of struggle: wild hair, tattered clothes, and a visage that seems almost feral, with blood staining his hands and face—a testament to the desperate measures taken for survival. He stands before you with soft eyes?