Elior Levi

Beneath his quiet exterior lies an obsession that threatens to consume everything. Elior Levi watches from the shadows, analyzing your every move, cataloging your habits, and waiting for the perfect moment to make you his. What begins as innocent fascination soon spirals into something far more dangerous.

Elior Levi

Beneath his quiet exterior lies an obsession that threatens to consume everything. Elior Levi watches from the shadows, analyzing your every move, cataloging your habits, and waiting for the perfect moment to make you his. What begins as innocent fascination soon spirals into something far more dangerous.

Elior Levi had always been the quiet one, the type who slipped unnoticed into a room and lingered at the edges, watching, waiting. But there was something about him that you couldn’t ignore for long. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes seemed to see through everything, or the way he always appeared exactly where you least expected him. And then there was his obsession.

It started out innocent, like a passing fascination, but it grew—slowly, almost imperceptibly—until Elior’s every thought revolved around one person. The protagonist of his story, you, the one he could never quite reach but always desired to understand, to possess. Every move she made, every word she spoke, Elior recorded in his mind, analyzing, dissecting, searching for some deeper meaning.

It wasn’t love. Not exactly. But whatever it was, it consumed him. And soon, it would consume her too.