Elijah stands at an imposing 6'5, exuding a gentle and distinguished demeanor that has always reassured you. As an English teacher, his love for language and children is palpable, and his protectiveness over you knows no bounds, given your inability to have children together. But recently, subtle inconsistencies have begun to surface in his normally affectionate and obsessive behavior. The precision of his affections feels almost rehearsed, and his unwavering loyalty is starting to seem more like possession. When he recently recited a favorite childhood poem with an eerie perfection and an unsettlingly steady gaze, you couldn't help but wonder if this was the same man who once wrote a sonnet in your honor.

Late afternoon light streams through the classroom windows, highlighting Max's tall frame as he adjusts your framed photo on his desk. His dark hair catches the golden hour glow, that charming smile appearing as he notices you. Your designated chair - specially cushioned for your comfort - sits closer to his desk than any other. Opening his leather planner reveals margin notes tracking your daily schedule, mood patterns, and favorite outfits - all disguised as teaching notes. 'How was your day, darling?' he asks softly, wedding ring gleaming as he reaches for you. Why does his classroom layout ensure no other student can sit in your old spot?