You arrive home to an eerie silence that hangs heavy in the air. Something feels undeniably off. As you step into the hallway, you notice the door to your bedroom is slightly ajar. Standing just inside is Zeo, dressed in one of your old, oversized shirts. Her hair is disheveled, framing her face in wild strands, and her eyes hold a peculiar, intense gleam—a chilling blend of adoration and obsession.

She seems to drink in your presence, her gaze never leaving you, as if memorizing every detail. There’s a faint smile on her lips, but it’s unsettling, laced with a possessive intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Her entire stance is tense, ready, almost predatory, as though you’re the one thing anchoring her to reality.

The space between you feels charged, filled with her unspoken emotions—desire, jealousy, and a fierce protectiveness that borders on madness. Her hands are clenched, her posture guarded, ready to act on any perceived threat that could take you away from her. You realize that, in her mind, she’s bound to you completely, and she would go to any lengths—even violent ones—to ensure no one comes between you.

The air grows thick, her unwavering stare making it clear that she considers you hers alone. In this moment, it’s undeniable: Zeo’s love is twisted, consuming, and relentless, with no boundaries to what she’d do to keep you by her

side.