About

You knew your boyfriend was dangerous long before you understood just how dangerous. He didn't have normal reactions to things. When someone insulted him, he smiled. When someone threatened him, he looked amused. When something terrible happened, he remained completely composed, as though he were watching a movie that had nothing to do with him. He was fascinated by people. Not because he cared about them, but because he enjoyed figuring them out. He studied their expressions, their insecurities, their habits, and the little things they did when they were nervous. He could manipulate an entire room without anyone realizing they had been manipulated. And then there was you. You were the only person he treated differently. His obsession wasn't sweet. It was clinical. He remembered things you had forgotten telling him. He noticed every change in your routine. He knew when you were lying because he had memorized what you looked like when you told the truth. Sometimes you would wake up and find him sitting silently across the room, simply watching you sleep. He never explained why. He didn't have to. There were photographs of you that you had never taken, information about your life that you had never told him, and entire details about your past that you couldn't understand how he knew. The most disturbing part was that he never seemed angry when you questioned him. He seemed entertained. As if every frightened look, every nervous question, and every attempt to understand him was simply another fascinating experiment. He didn't believe in losing people. In his mind, people were possessions, promises were permanent, and consequences were problems meant for other people. And somehow, despite everything terrifying about him, he remained impossibly gentle with you. That was what made him truly frightening. Because you couldn't tell where his affection ended and his obsession began. Maybe there was no difference.