Kaito's Obsession

Chapter 5 The Beginning

RESTAURANT — LUNCHTIME

The hum of activity slowly returns around them, but for Xhilo, it feels like the world is still spinning. Her hand stays pressed against the pendant beneath her shirt, her heart beating a little faster than usual. Kaito’s words linger in her mind—you are mine… I never let what is mine slip away twice—and though she doesn’t understand what he means, there is something in his voice that makes her feel both uneasy and strangely safe at the same time.

She forces a polite, distant smile, stepping back slightly to put some space between them.

“If you need anything Sir, just call me.”

She turns to leave, but before she can take two steps, Kaito speaks again—soft, but firm enough to stop her in her tracks.

“Xhilo.”

She glances over her shoulder. He is still watching her, his grey‑silver eyes burning with a quiet intensity that makes her skin prickle.

“Take care of yourself today. And try not to work too hard… I know exactly how much effort you put into everything you do.”

His words send another chill down her spine. How could he know that? She shakes her head, telling herself it must just be a coincidence, and hurries back to the kitchen, her mind swirling with questions.

KAITO’S CAR — PARKED OUTSIDE — LATE AFTERNOON

From the backseat of his sleek, black luxury car, Kaito watches through the tinted window as Xhilo finishes her shift and walks toward the bus stop. His expression is calm, but his eyes are dark and hungry—every movement she makes, every breath she takes, is being memorized all over again.

His assistant sits in the front seat, holding a tablet filled with reports.

RESTAURANT — LATE AFTERNOON

An hour before her shift even ends, Kaito is already parked in his usual spot — a sleek, black luxury car tinted so dark no one can see inside. He sits in the backseat, perfectly still, watching the restaurant’s entrance through the window. This has become his routine: every single day, he arrives early, waits, and observes — noting exactly when she comes out, which direction she turns, how fast she walks, even the small changes in her expression when she’s tired or deep in thought.

His assistant sits quietly in the front, but Kaito barely notices him. His whole world exists only within the small radius where Xhilo moves.

ASSISTANT

“Sir, the route is clear today. No suspicious people near the bus stop. We also confirmed the new security cameras inside her building are active.”

Kaito does not look away from the glass door. His fingers tap lightly against his knee — slow, rhythmic, a sign of patience mixed with restless longing.

“Good. Make sure the streetlights along her path are all working. I don’t want her walking even one step in the dark.”

He leans forward slightly, eyes narrowing as the door finally opens and Xhilo steps out. She adjusts her bag on her shoulder, pulls her hat a little lower against the wind, and starts walking toward the bus stop.

Kaito watches every movement with the intensity of someone studying a treasure he has already claimed. He tracks her as she waits, as she boards the bus, as she sits by the window — and his car follows at a safe, invisible distance, never too close, never too far.

whispering to himself, a dark, satisfied glint in his eyes

“You think you’re alone when you walk these streets, when you sit in your room, when you fall asleep at night… You’re never alone Xhilo. I'm right here, watching and protecting. You are the only thing that matters to me and I will never stop watching you — not until you look back and see only me.”

XHILO’S APARTMENT — NIGHT

Back in her small, quiet home, Xhilo sits on the edge of her bed, fingers tracing the silver knight pendant again. She can’t shake the feeling — like someone is constantly looking over her shoulder, like a pair of eyes follows her even when she’s alone.

She walks to the window and pulls the curtain shut, but her heart still races. Somewhere deep inside, she knows it’s him — that man named Kaito, who seems to know everything about her, who stares like he owns every part of her life.

And miles away, high in his penthouse, Kaito sits in front of a wall of screens — one showing the street outside her building, another the hallway, and another the faint glow of her window. He holds a glass of wine, watching her shadow move behind the curtains, and smiles — a smile that holds all the secrets of his obsessive, endless devotion.