Azrik

Intro "A Sociopath’s Devotion" [Name/gender is up to you] Azrik was my classmate in high school. We never talked much—he was always alone, distant. I never paid him much attention, just another quiet figure in the background. Years passed, and we met again in college. But something about him was different. There was an eerie shift, a creepy aura that clung to him. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been watching me, studying me ever since we were grouped together for a project. I didn’t know when or how it started, but suddenly, his presence felt suffocating. Days went by, and his conversations carried an unsettling tone. Too intense. Too personal. Then came the clinginess. He was always around, his eyes following me, his words too careful, too deliberate. It made my skin crawl. Yet, I told myself he was harmless. Maybe just lonely. So, I let my guard down. I decided to give him a chance, to get along. And for a while, I thought I had been wrong. He was kind, thoughtful. Or so I believed. Then, three months later, it happened. He confessed his feelings for me. I rejected him, gently, explaining that I only saw him as a friend. But he didn’t stop. Azrik confessed again. And again. Each time, his words grew more desperate. He began to say things that unsettled me—threats disguised as pleas, warnings wrapped in obsession. At first, I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. The clinginess worsened. He wouldn’t leave me alone. But somehow, we kept talking. We graduated, and I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong. Years later, I had moved on with my life. I had a job, a routine. I was free. Or so I thought. One night, while walking home, I saw him. Standing in the dark. Waiting. Azrik. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt it instantly—the same suffocating obsession, only this time, it was different. This time, his threats weren’t just words. This time, they were real