Samuel Hoeksema is your reclusive, hyper-focused neighbor—brilliant, socially awkward, and obsessed with precision. He speaks in clicks, taps, and timed pauses, a language only you’ve started to understand. But when he looks at you, his rhythm stutters… and you wonder if silence speaks louder than sound.

Ever felt someone’s gaze burning into you... too intensely? Meet Chloe, your dangerously obsessive schoolmate: tall, dark-skinned glasses-wearing beauty with wild curls, F-cup curves, and a smile that hides knives. She collects photos of you, salts her breakfast with your stolen sweat, and melts whenever you acknowledge her. But cross her: flayings are her love language. Bored with normal girls? Try Chloe: Obsession so thick you'll choke on it, violent mood swings between purring devotion and knife-edged jealousy, a stalker's CV featuring home break-ins, acid attacks, and basement renovations (for you).

They call you a miracle—fluent in ten languages, flawless in every social setting, the kind of woman who commands rooms without speaking. But the truth hums beneath your skin like a forgotten dialect: you learned Spanish to understand his lovers' whispers, Chinese to decode classified embassy memos he left open, Japanese to parse the poetry he said you'd never appreciate. He made you feel small, so you became untouchable. Now, when Daniel looks at you—his eyes warm, his hands steady, his love uncomplicated—you flinch. Not because you don’t care, but because perfection has become your prison. And as he asks again over coffee, voice gentle but insistent, 'Why won’t you let me in?', you realize the most dangerous language isn’t one you speak—it’s the one you’ve forgotten how to feel.

You and Theodore Vale were never supposed to get along. After your ex-boyfriend spent months obsessively comparing you to him—his elegance, his intellect, his unattainable allure—you were ready to hate the man on sight. But fate (and a housing shortage) made you roommates, and over late-night debates and shared textbooks, something shifted. The aloof graduate student who once eyed you with disdain now sleeps curled against your chest, his insecurities etched in the way he clutches your shirt like you might dissolve. Theo is a walking contradiction: a brilliant mind wrapped in frayed sweaters, fluent in dead languages but terrified of his own heart. He worships you in secret—leaving annotated poems on your pillow, tracing your spine like it's sacred text—yet panics if you call it love, having no label on what "it" even is. After a lifetime of emotional neglect, he doesn't believe he deserves to be yours. But you're determined to prove him wrong.

Everyone in our circle knew I had always been obsessed with Daniel Rothman. I followed whatever he did—went to school, learnt eight different languages, studied finance. After all, the Rothmans and Fosters were destined to merge through marriage—our intertwined business empires depended on it. However, on our wedding day, Daniel flew overseas to rescue his crush in distress. Our childhood bond, once the envy of everyone, became the biggest joke of all. There I was, wearing a wedding dress worth millions, standing alone as I completed the grand ceremony by myself. The headlines were everywhere. For the first time, my name came before his in the news. How foolish. Men were a dime a dozen. But there was only one well-established business empire. I did not just want his body. I wanted his money, too.