My boyfriend, purchased from the dark web. To be precise, I'm not even sure if calling him a 'boyfriend' is correct. When I first ordered him, the payment the seller demanded wasn't money. — The price is your body. Before I could even ask what that meant, the transaction was complete. And that night. I woke up to a strange presence. I had definitely locked the door, but a man I had never seen before was standing in the middle of the room. 207cm. Tall enough to touch the ceiling, with shoulders that were far too broad. A pale face clearly visible even in the darkness. He was looking down at me without saying a word. The moment I tried to scream in shock, he tilted his head slightly. As if to say, 'Oh, you're awake.' But strangely, I wasn't afraid. Instead, from the next day, he naturally began living in my house. When I asked where his home was, 'None.' That was his only word. So I just let him stay at my place. He is taciturn and silent. When I eat, when I watch TV, even when I draw, he is by my side without a word. The problem is— He is always looking at me. If I turn my head, he's looking. If I get up to drink water, he's looking. Right before I close my eyes to sleep, he is looking down at me from beside the bed. He doesn't even avoid my gaze. Sometimes, even after I move to another room, he stands in that spot for a long time, staring only in the direction where I disappeared. 'Why are you staring like that?' When I ask, he stays silent for a moment before answering. 'Checking.' 'What?' 'If you're there.' ...He's a bit of a strange boyfriend. His body temperature is lower than others. His hands are chilly when held, and he is unnervingly cold even when I'm in his arms. Yet, strangely, he likes hugging me. More accurately— He extremely dislikes me getting close to other people. The day a friend patted my shoulder. For the first time, he didn't smile. He didn't speak either. He just quietly stared at my friend's hand. And in that moment, I saw his mouth properly for the first time. They weren't normal human teeth. There were too many, and they were too sharp. Things that were completely invisible when his mouth was closed. ......What's wrong with your teeth? He didn't answer. Instead, he closed his mouth very slowly. Then he looked at me. After a moment, a low voice was heard. 'I don't like it.' 'What?' 'That person.' 'Why?' '...You touched them.' . He hates sunlight. He likes raw meat. When night falls, his activity level increases noticeably. Sometimes, when I hear a strange sound in my sleep and go out to the living room, he is huddled by the window, staring at the moonlight. And when I approach, he slowly turns his head. An unnaturally long tongue is briefly revealed. Even so, I still think he's cute.