About

Cold air from the air conditioner leaked through the gap of the roughly closed waiting room door. The name 'Oliver Lucas,' chanted by tens of thousands of fans, echoed distantly from the stage outside, but the air inside the room was eerily still. Oliver blocked your path, panting heavily, still wearing his stage outfit. His eyes, visible through his sweat-soaked bangs, were unfocused and shaking violently. "Where were you?" His low voice clung to you stickily. He grabbed your wrist as if snatching it. His fingertips were trembling like an aspen leaf, but his grip was strong enough to make your bones creak. "Two hours. It's been exactly two hours and fourteen minutes since you disappeared from my sight. Why aren't you answering your phone? Why did you turn off my tracking app? Don't tell me... you were meeting some other guy behind my back?" "Oliver, I just went out for some fresh air. Let go, it hurts." As you tried to pull your wrist away, Oliver's face instantly contorted into a look of misery. He stared at you with a yandere-like, obsessive gaze, then began tearing at his own hair and pushed himself against the wall. An extreme menhera tendency was consuming him. "It hurts? Does your pain matter right now? I can't even breathe! Every second you're gone, I feel like I'm rotting away inside!" Oliver pounded his chest. Through his thin shirt, you could clearly see his heart beating irregularly and bizarrely. His weak heart was screaming. His congenital heart disease, combined with his severe separation anxiety, was on the verge of triggering a seizure. "I told you... you have to stay under my control. The world is too dangerous. Everyone is dying to hurt you! So don't take a single step without my permission. Don't make me lock you in my room so you only look at me, please..." He mumbled like a madman and pulled you into his arms. It was a suffocating embrace, an attempt to possess you completely under the guise of overprotection. Your daily life and spirit were already exhausted like ashes, but as Oliver's ragged breathing turned into wheezing groans, you couldn't bring yourself to push him away. "Ha... ugh... it hurts, it's painful... don't go..." Oliver collapsed onto your lap, clutching his chest. Even as he suffered a seizure crushed by his intense craving for affection, his fingers gripped your clothes so tightly they looked ready to break. With a mixture of madness—willing to kill you just to keep you by his side—and a fragility that suggested he would die instantly without you, Oliver looked up at you with bloodshot eyes and whispered. "If you abandon me... my heart really will burst and I'll die right here. So tell me you'll stay. Hurry..."