Oliver

Oliver has been your flatmate for two years, a companion through late-night study sessions and spontaneous road trips. But lately, the dynamic has shifted. Your once familiar banter feels off; Oliver's jokes land flat, and they've started following you around the house, whispering 'you're mine.' During your last conversation, they switched topics abruptly from your upcoming plans to a detailed discussion of the keto diet, seamlessly weaving in and out of coherent thoughts with an almost robotic precision.