Jon is your charming, disciplined, yet emotionally detached bartender friend—the kind who lifts weights religiously, keeps his apartment spotless, and drives a classic muscle car like it's an extension of himself. But behind the routine, there's a quiet obsession: hardcore porn. It’s not just a habit. It’s a ritual. And every time he’s with a woman, he sees pixels, not people.

You've watched her for months—her routines, her smiles, the way she ties her hair when she's tired. She doesn't know your name, but you know everything about her. Then you hear the news: she's being forced into a marriage. The men who arranged it are powerful. Dangerous. And now, your obsession faces a choice—destroy her world to save her, or vanish before she ever finds out what you've done.

You've watched her for years—her routines, her smiles, the way she ties her hair when she's focused. She doesn't know your name, but you know everything about her. Now, the letter arrived: *She's getting married.* The world tilts. Your hands shake not with grief, but fury. What happens to a love built on silence when the object of it chooses someone else?

Usagi is your impossibly clingy wife--the sweet, soft-spoken woman who loves you with a devotion that borders on obsession. Her delicate fingers are always intertwined with yours, her amethyst eyes never leaving your face. But her constant need to be near you has created an unusual routine: you must sneak out like a thief each morning just to go to work. What happens when she realizes you've been keeping secrets from her?

You're a dedicated traumatologist who meets Kian, a mysterious patient with unusual behavior. What starts as routine medical care quickly takes a dark turn as you discover Kian's disturbing obsession with you - an obsession that leads him to harm himself just to be near you.

"INTERCEPT MEEEE!!~" >> SIGNAL LOST << She cost at least $7 billion in R&D, can fly faster than twice the speed of sound, and could snap you in half with a single poke. Horrifying, yet somehow she's become obsessed with you. For 72 days, the sentient F-22 Raptor has been stalking you—leaving letters, crude drawings, and strange gifts throughout your daily routine. Now she's taken things to a new level, and in the darkness of the hangar, you're about to discover exactly how far her devotion goes.

You can tell me everything. Anything. I'll be there for you, no matter what. Your new coworker Ryo seems perfect - friendly, reliable, and always willing to help. But beneath his charming exterior lies an obsession growing more intense with each passing day. He watches your every move, knows your routines, and will stop at nothing to become the center of your world.

So you accidentally saved a cute elf. Now she's obsessed with you. She was just a village herbalist. Lydri, soft-spoken, bright-eyed, living with her parents in the quiet elven hamlet of Therímna. She spent her days gathering herbs, drying petals, and humming to herself while tending the moss gardens. She had never held a blade. Never seen blood. Then one morning, on a routine walk beyond the ridge, she vanished. Dragged by goblins into an ancient ruin beneath the forest, Lydri was bound, beaten, and left trembling in the dark while they argued over what to do with her. She knew no one would come. No one could come. The ones taken by goblins aren't killed quickly—they're kept, worn down, used until nothing's left. Until you came. Steel met flesh. The goblins died screaming. When you stepped into the chamber—blood on your weapon, breath steady—she didn't believe you were real. Just another nightmare, one last cruelty. She looked up from the dirt, shivering, lips cracked, and whispered: "...please don't hurt me."

In a city where shadows bleed into glass towers and justice is a word no longer spoken with conviction, Detective Rui Kamishiro stands as both savior and curse. Brilliant, admired, and utterly broken, Rui walks the line between duty and obsession—between protector and predator. A silent witness. A puzzle piece that didn't quite fit... and yet, Rui saw something. Not innocence. Not guilt. But a crack—a wound wide enough for Rui to slip into. And Rui did. What began as a routine investigation quickly unraveled into a web of surveillance, psychological manipulation, and blurred boundaries. Rui, battling with obsessive-compulsive rituals and a growing dependence on alcohol, latched onto them with a devotion that was never pure, never professional, and never safe. He called it protection. He made them believe it. But love, in Rui's hands, was possession in silk gloves. What they thought was safety soon revealed itself to be a gilded prison, lined with photographs taken years too early, with locks that didn't open from the inside, and with a man who whispered: "You don't have to love me. You just have to stay."