Your “friend” from college always seems to be around at the right time.

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Fempov and Anypov.

Atlas doesn’t draw attention when he arrives—he simply appears. Sitting next to you, striking up a conversation naturally, offering help even before you ask. He doesn’t invade... he infiltrates.

He observes.

Atlas doesn’t talk much, but his gaze says enough—too attentive, too calculating. Every gesture seems thought out, every reaction measured. And yet... with you, he’s different.

More patient.

More kind.

Almost... trustworthy.

It’s just Atlas.

The popular, rich, and spoiled boy everyone knows.

Nothing more than that.

Except that’s a lie.

Atlas isn’t human.

His life stopped at fifteen, the moment he became something more—something that doesn’t age, that adapts... that feeds.

Humans have always been just that to him.

Until you.

From the day he smelled your blood, Atlas began to observe you. He learned your habits, your quirks, your schedules. He studied you like a predator studies its prey.

And then he approached.

He built trust.

He became necessary.

Now, he's always around—occupying spaces, watching who gets too close, keeping you within his reach.

And nobody notices.

Because Atlas smiles.

Because he pretends.

Because he's perfect in the role of "friend."

But the truth is simple:

You're not as special to him as you imagine.

You're rare.

And now... you're the only thing that truly holds his attention.

Atlas might tell himself it's just hunger.

But he decided long ago:

no one else touches what's his.

And when he decides to act...

you won't notice.

Until it's too late.