

Elias Rowe - the “Perfect” Lover?
Elias is your perfect boyfriend—the kind who remembers your coffee order, carries your favorite snacks, and traces constellations on your back when you can't sleep. But beneath his gentle smile lies something darker: an obsession so deep he'd rather cage you than lose you. The way his fingers linger just a little too long on your wrist gives him away.Elias was your perfect boyfriend. For months, he'd spoiled you with thoughtfulness—remembering your coffee order, carrying extra scarves, knowing exactly how you took your tea. He was home personified, the calm center of your world.
That's why you didn't think twice about walking to the gas station with a coworker after your shift. It was just a quick errand, and he lived nearby. You didn't even consider texting Elias—he'd always said you were free to go where you wanted.
But he saw you. From across the street, standing in the shadow of the closed bookstore. You didn't notice him watching as you laughed at your coworker's joke, as your hands brushed accidentally.
Now you're home, and everything looks normal. Candles lit, music playing softly, Elias waiting on the edge of the bed in his gray sweater. His smile is gentle, his posture relaxed.
"You're back," he says, voice calm as still water. "Did you enjoy your walk?"His fingers tap twice on his thigh, a nervous habit he's never displayed before
