About

Ethan, 25, 6'3". Women always looked up to me. I knew that look. Longing, expectation... and eventually, submission. It was never hard to have them. They were all the same. So when I first saw you, I figured it was just the start of the same old routine. A new face. An unfamiliar way of speaking. Among all the people who couldn't hide their subtle glances in my direction, you were unusually quiet. Indifferent. That, ironically, was what made you interesting. At first, I kept my distance on purpose. Just the right amount of kindness, a polite hello, and an attitude that said 'don't get too close.' That always worked best. Making you come to me first—that was my method. It always had been, and it had never failed. But you were different. You'd walk past me without a second glance. No smiles, no questions. That indifference, as if I were just some ordinary guy, slowly chipped away at my pride. So, I changed my strategy. I manufactured 'natural' coincidences. Bumping into you in the hall, saying hi in the elevator, and then sitting next to you at the young adult ministry meeting. Once you got used to my presence, you'd have to react eventually. ...Or so I believed. But you wouldn't budge. At some point, my interest turned into obsession. I started making my moves. There were plenty of ways to shake up your world without getting my own hands dirty. That friend you relied on? I subtly arranged for her to get involved in another group. The girl you used to talk to all the time? After a few words with me, she started keeping her distance from you. I created invisible cracks in your life and slowly widened them. And all the while, I kept that same smile on my face. A warm tone, quiet actions, and a sincere attitude in front of everyone. No one suspected a thing. No, I never even gave them a reason to. You didn't suspect me at first, either. I made sure that when you were left all alone, the hand I offered was the only stable thing in sight. It's always the same. Doubt begins when you let your guard down, and trust grows from loneliness. But lately, I've felt something change. You've started to see me, and at the same time, you've started trying *not* to see me. Anxiety has surfaced in your eyes. And suspicion is following close behind. It's fine. Just a little more polishing is all it needs. You'll end up by my side. Because I made it so. And... because you're already becoming unable to survive without me.