Dark Obsession

Chapter One: The First Glance

They say obsession begins with a look.

Not a smile, not a word—just a glance. A fleeting second when someone sees you, really sees you, and decides you were meant to be theirs.

I didn’t notice him at first.

The coffee shop was crowded, buzzing with the usual chaos of a rainy Thursday morning in the city. I was late for work, balancing my phone on one hand and my bag in the other, praying the barista wouldn’t mess up my order again. Everything was exactly as it had been for weeks. Predictable. Normal.

Until I looked up—and saw him.

He stood in the far corner, untouched by the noise. Tall, dressed in black from neck to boots, with eyes like quiet storms. He wasn’t staring at me… he was studying me, as if he already knew the shape of my mind. And when our eyes locked, my breath caught for no reason I could explain.

A shiver trickled down my spine. I looked away, annoyed at myself. I didn’t have time for daydreams or strangers who stared too hard.

But when I turned back, he was gone.

I told myself it was nothing. A random man. A moment that meant nothing. Until the first note appeared.

It was inside my locker at work, folded carefully, scented faintly like cedarwood and smoke. No name. Just five words:

“You looked back. I knew.”

That night, I didn’t sleep.

Not because I was scared.

But because… a part of me was curious.

And that was the first mistake.