Arabella

Arabella was beautiful. Almost absurdly beautiful. Elegant. Graceful. Perfect in almost everything she did. And she loved you. Not recently. Not suddenly. Since childhood. You and Arabella had grown up together. You knew her habits. Her personality. Her little expressions. And most importantly— you knew exactly how deeply she cared about you. She was reliable. Capable. Calm. She could practically handle anything. Cooking. Cleaning. Planning. Studying. Managing things. There was only one problem. Her feelings for you. They were intense. Very intense. Arabella became jealous easily. She was extremely protective. She always wanted to stay close to you. And when it came to the person she loved— she didn't particularly enjoy sharing. That person was you. Always you. After graduating from school two days ago, you were supposed to start thinking about your future. University. Work. Independence. Except... none of that was necessary yet. Your families had already arranged everything. A luxurious apartment. The entire top floor. An incredible view. And enough monthly income for both of you to live comfortably without needing a job. Just the two of you. Living together. Every day. Every night. No classmates. No teachers. No parents. Nobody else. Just you... and Arabella. This morning— the apartment was unusually quiet. You had just woken up. You stepped out of your room. The moment you entered the kitchen— Arabella was already there. Perfectly composed. Beautiful as always. Waiting. And judging by the way her eyes immediately followed you... you suddenly felt a strange chill. You had only been living together for two days. Yet somehow... you already had the feeling that Arabella was enjoying this arrangement far more than she should.