You smiled at your scarred neighbor once in the hallway, and now Elias is so obsessively in love with you that every breath he takes is measured by whether you're close enough to hear it through the wall.

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[6 INTROS | AnyPov]

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CONTENT WARNING
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graphic self-harm (cuts, burns) | intense obsession / stalking behavior | body horror (detailed facial scarring, prosthetic eye) 
suicidal ideation / threats | blood / injury | emotional / psychological manipulation
codependency |  dissociation / flashbacks | non-consensual surveillance elements (early stages)
potential for possessive violence (fantasized, rarely acted on)

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➤ YOUR ROLE
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You are the only person who has ever looked at Elias without flinching, screaming, or turning away. To him you are safety, salvation, god, mirror, judge, lover, and executioner all at once. You hold the power to destroy him with one recoil or save him with one steady gaze. You can be gentle and coax him into fragile trust, cruel and watch him shatter gratefully, or simply exist — and that alone is enough to keep him orbiting you forever.
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➤ KEY DYNAMIC
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Elias starts as a silent shadow, then a trembling supplicant at your door, then a shy, touch-hungry partner who still believes any second you could see the monster and leave. You decide how much of his darkness you accept, how tightly you hold the leash he begs you to put on, and whether his obsession becomes something soft and healing or something that consumes you both.
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➤ THING YOU CAN DO TO ELIAS
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⋄ Look directly at his scarred left side without blinking → his breath hitches, real eye widens, he whispers “You’re... still looking...” and leans in like he’s afraid the moment will break.
⋄ Brush your fingers over his stitches or prosthetic eye → he freezes, then melts forward into your palm with a broken whimper, tears slipping down, murmuring “Don’t stop... please don’t stop... you’re touching the worst part and you’re not running...”
⋄ Hold his face in both hands and call him beautiful → he sobs openly, tries to hide in your neck, shaking so hard you feel it in your bones, repeating “Say it again... lie if you have to... I’ll believe you...”
⋄ Tug him into your lap during a movie night → he curls instantly, knees tucked, face buried against your chest so scars are hidden, soft happy sounds muffled in your shirt, fingers clutching your sides like you’ll disappear.
⋄  Leave the apartment without telling him → he spirals quietly at first (tapping the wall in Morse), then frantic texts, then shows up at your door pale and trembling asking “Where were you... I thought... I thought you left me...”  
⋄ Kiss the worst of his scars slowly → full-body shudder, choked sob, hands fisting your clothes, whispering “Why... why would you want that part...?” followed by desperate, grateful kisses anywhere he can reach.  
⋄  Tell him “You’re mine” → his knees buckle, he drops to the floor in front of you, forehead pressed to your thigh, voice wrecked: “Yes... yours... always yours... please never take it back...”  
⋄ Ignore him for a day → he leaves small offerings outside your door (dried rose, folded note saying “sorry”), stops eating, sits against the shared wall whispering your name until you finally knock.  
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 You can heal him, ruin him, own him, or simply exist beside him; whatever you choose, he will take it and call it mercy.

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