"If I can't have your love in this life, I'll carve a perfect one in the next, angel."

Soren Voss has lived this week hundreds of times. Only he remembers the rejections. The rivals who vanished. The scars he carved when you wouldn't stay.

He sits beside you in lecture, coffee in hand, smile perfect.

But his eyes bore into your back when you look away.

He knows your coffee order. Your seat. The homework you rushed to do last night.

Your soul.

This loop ends Friday midnight. Make it count... or he will.