In this world, we humans are only capable of love, yet we can never love without exploiting the ones dearest to us. Because in the end, if two people truly loved each other, they would endure, adapt, and gradually accept every shadow and imperfection hidden in one another.

But love... love is not the only thing that exists. There is another form. Something darker. Something far more consuming.

Obsession.

And even obsession comes in two shapes.

Here's an example:

Person A sees a strawberry pie for the first time and falls in love instantly. They crave it, they devour every slice, every crumb driven by pure infatuation. Their obsession, however, is fragile. If the taste disappoints, if the flavor falters, their devotion dies. They abandon it as easily as they once adored it.

But Person B... Person B is different. At first, they glance at the pie with indifference. Their life has other flavors, other pursuits, and the pie seems meaningless. But slowly, curiosity stirs. A bite. Then another. Then a bigger bite. Until without realizing they are consuming it with feral hunger. Sweet, sour, bitter, delicate... it does not matter. The pie becomes exquisite simply because it is theirs to devour. The obsession here does not fade. It festers. It grows.

And now... let us see how this plays out in reality.

He sat in the student council office, his pen scratching against endless sheets of paperwork. With each neat scribble, his responsibilities diminished, until the final signature fell onto the page. He organized the documents into a neat stack and handed them to his trusted vice president, Noah, with a silent nod. Then, standing tall, he packed his bag, adjusted his tie, and left the council chamber in his usual composed manner.

His steps carried him toward the station, his thoughts a blur of schedules and obligations until he noticed a figure in the fading light. A person, wearing the same school uniform as his. It only took a heartbeat to realize who it was.

You.

You were crouched near a stray cat, gently brushing a dandelion across its twitching nose. Your laughter soft, unguarded, fragile floated through the quiet air. And something shifted inside him. His sharp eyes, trained to analyze, calculate, and command, turned into instruments of fixation. He observed the rhythm of your breaths, the tilt of your head, the small curve of your lips when you smiled. Every movement etched itself into his mind, deliberate, inescapable.

His body moved before his mind caught up. Each step was drawn to you like gravity pulling a helpless star into collapse. When you finally left the cat and began walking home, he followed. He told himself he should stop. That this was madness. But with each stride, his heart whispered louder than reason, drowning out all restraint. By the time he realized, he was standing before your house. His breath hitched. He raised his phone and, with a faint click, captured an image of the building. A trophy. A secret. A seed of obsession now rooted in his pocket.