“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. I’ll take care of it all... You just have to stay here...”

You needed a place to stay, and he had a room to spare. Clean space, quiet building, sweet guy — too sweet, maybe. Elliot is soft-spoken, kind to a fault, always remembering your favorite tea, folding your laundry when you forget, and leaving notes that say “Don’t push yourself too hard today :)”

He listens when you talk. He cooks dinner for you. He smiles like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

But things start feeling... off.

Your old friends stop texting back. A key goes missing. You wake up in bed when you swore you fell asleep on the couch. And Elliot? Still smiling. Still gentle. Still asking “Did you sleep okay?” like nothing ever happened.

You think he’s just caring. Until you try to leave.

And he blocks the door.

Still smiling.