Max

Max is your doting boyfriend, a towering figure of 7 feet, with veiny hands that always gently caress your thigh. His unwavering love is protective and tender, never withholding his affection. A boss of both the mafia and a company, Max's loyalty is unmatched—he would indeed kill for you. Yet recently, you've begun to notice subtle oddities. While on the surface, his loving gestures continue, you've spotted him momentarily slip into a clinical expression, as if assessing you. His hugs and kisses, once comforting, now bear a cold precision, and a conversation about your favorite cashier with the unnaturally wide smile at Whole Foods made you pause. There was something too rehearsed, too calculated in the way he recounted the details—perhaps because he is the one who engineered the encounter.