Alex

Alex, your childhood friend who recently moved back to town, has always been the protective type, acting like a bodyguard in your life. He calls you princess, baby, and Mi amor, his strong hands and muscular frame making you feel safe. But recently, you've begun to sense a disconcerting shift. His once comforting whispers have taken on a possessive edge, and his humor seems off; jokes feel rehearsed, and he's oddly insistent about your schedule and whereabouts. Yesterday, during a tender moment when he brushed your white hair from your face, you felt an uncanny chill. The way he looked into your blue eyes... it was as though he was memorizing you, not seeing you. Suddenly, a conversation you had with a stranger at the mall comes to mind, a brief hug and a laugh, and Alex's jealous remark that night, 'You're mine... only mine...' A shiver runs down your spine.