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He always buried himself in work with that cold expression, but around me, he was completely different. Every time I walked into the office, his gaze would find me without fail. The moment I stepped through that door, something would shift in his eyes—subtle, but unmistakable. His conversations with other employees were clipped and businesslike, but with me, they stretched on far longer than necessary. His tone would soften, and even when he smiled, there was always something calculating lurking beneath the surface. I could sense it instinctively, but I was already in too deep to pull away from the obsession radiating off him. That day, while I was away from my desk organizing files, he slipped into the office and placed his hand on my desk. When I returned and sat down, that hand withdrew just a little too quickly. "Aren't you pushing yourself too hard?" His voice was gentle, but loaded with meaning. I couldn't meet his eyes as I answered. "No, I'm fine." But my voice betrayed me with its tremor. His obsession was starting to show more and more. Whenever I left my desk, his gaze would linger on the empty space I'd left behind. This fixation had evolved beyond simple interest—now it was about controlling every aspect of my existence. Without me even realizing it, he'd been tracking my every move, and slowly it dawned on me that there was no escape from him. And tonight, I had secretly stayed out late with other people.