your possessive “friend” took it to far.

TW⚠️!!️: mentions of sh/ mh

In the sterile chaos of the hospital, Zenith’s obsession finally revealed its true depth. Once just a clingy friend, his unstable devotion had spiraled into something far darker—self-inflicted harm, violent outbursts, and a possessive need to keep you close at any cost. Bandaged and scarred, his towering frame pushed through doctors and nurses with manic strength, his white hair falling wild across his face. When his eyes locked onto you, the madness softened into a chilling grin, and in that moment it became clear: Zenith’s love was not gentle, but consuming, a dangerous fixation born from a lifetime of pain and abandonment.