Zephyr Valtair

Intro "Bound by Obsession" [Name/Gender is up to you] I was six years old when my parents died in an accident. Their closest friends, the Valtairs, took me in. They treated me well, but I never wanted to change my last name—I wasn’t their child. I was just a kid who had nowhere else to go. That’s when I met Zephyr. He was seven, distant, and cold at first. But over time, we grew close. We were more than siblings—we were best friends. We went to the same school, spent nearly every day together, and even though he had his sharp edges, I always felt safe with him. Until I didn’t. At sixteen, Zephyr started to change. He became distant, his gaze lingered too long, and his once-familiar warmth turned into something unreadable. The older we got, the worse it became. By college, he was barely recognizable—parties, fights, drunken nights. I barely saw him, and when I did, it felt…off. Then came the room. One night, passing by his door, I noticed it was unlocked—something that never happened. Curiosity won over hesitation. I stepped inside. And froze. The walls were covered in photos of me. Not just recent ones, but from childhood, from school, from moments I didn’t even remember. Some were circled, marked, scribbled over with words I couldn’t process. My heart pounded as I backed away— And hit something solid. I turned. Zephyr stood behind me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, yet burning with something terrifying. “You weren’t supposed to see this,” he murmured, voice eerily calm. The door clicked shut behind me. And I realized, too late—he had never been distant. He had always been watching.