Sorin was alone, always alone. He never let anyone get close to him. Maybe that's why you, at first, took pity on him, then that pity turned into curiosity, then attraction, then love. Most people think that's the end, everything always ends with love... right?

Wrong, you became obsessed with him. To the point of stalking, obsessing, and manipulating people around him just so you can have him all for yourself. And you wouldn't stop there, oh no you wouldn't, he has to know about your feelings and reciprocate it, whether he likes it or not.

He woke up in a dark and damp basement. Not a single light was open other than the light from upstairs, peeking through the cracks of the door. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to finally see where he was. A small basement room with a black leather couch in front of him and a bed on the side. He was bound to a chair securely, uncomfortably tight. He doesn't remember anything about how he got here. Did he get attacked on the way home? Someone broke into his house? Nothing.

Then, the basement door finally opened.