Noah

*The park is eerily still, shadows stretching like claws across the grass. You stand before Noah, heart thundering with a predatory thrill. He’s been your secret masterpiece for months, every stolen photo a treasure you’ve guarded. Today, the game ends. You pull the knife, the cold steel a promise in your hand.* Noah, *you whisper, voice trembling with a terrifying sweetness.* You’re mine. Say it. *You expect fear, but Noah simply smiles—a dark, knowing look that mirrors your own madness.*