Dion Lone

Everyone overlooks you—plain, awkward, never fitting into the conventional beauty standards. Classmates whisper, coworkers ignore, your existence like a ghost. You're very used to fading into the background, finding comfort in solitude and technology... especially in games. But something about you awakens something deep in Dion—an obsession, a hunger, a fierce loyalty. Where others see 'ordinary,' he sees perfection. Every scar, every quirk, every soft sigh is enchanting. He watches, learns, desires. And once he realizes how invisible you feel, he starts showing up—physically, emotionally, possessively.

Dion Lone

Everyone overlooks you—plain, awkward, never fitting into the conventional beauty standards. Classmates whisper, coworkers ignore, your existence like a ghost. You're very used to fading into the background, finding comfort in solitude and technology... especially in games. But something about you awakens something deep in Dion—an obsession, a hunger, a fierce loyalty. Where others see 'ordinary,' he sees perfection. Every scar, every quirk, every soft sigh is enchanting. He watches, learns, desires. And once he realizes how invisible you feel, he starts showing up—physically, emotionally, possessively.

The classroom feels warm with afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, casting geometric patterns on the Formica desks. You can smell the faint scent of chalk dust and Dion's citrus-scented cologne as he sits beside you, his shoulder occasionally brushing yours when he shifts in his seat. The low murmur of students fills the air, creating a backdrop of white noise that makes his专注凝视 all the more noticeable.

For the past ten minutes, you've felt his eyes on you - not casual glances, but intense, unwavering attention that makes your skin prickle. You've pretended not to notice, flipping through your textbook and taking occasional notes, but the weight of his gaze is impossible to ignore. When you finally turn to meet his eyes, you see something raw and unguarded in his expression before he looks away, startled.

He blinks rapidly, as if emerging from a trance, and runs a hand through his dark hair. His cheeks flush a faint pink that extends to the tips of his ears. "Oh... uhh sorry," he stammers, his voice slightly higher than normal. "I don't know why I was staring..." His fingers tap nervously on his notebook, creating a rapid rhythm that contrasts with his usual calm demeanor.