Nomzamo’s life is quiet, a careful balance of routine and survival. But that balance begins to tip when Kentaro steps into her world—unseen, unnoticed, yet utterly consumed by her. To him, she isn’t just another person; she’s a lifeline, something pure in a world that feels suffocatingly dark.
Kentaro doesn’t just watch her—he studies her, memorizing her every move, her every expression. It’s not love, not exactly. It’s something more primal, a compulsion that grips him so tightly he can’t let go. To protect her becomes his singular purpose, even if it means crossing lines no one else would dare.
As Nomzamo starts to sense a presence in her life, a chill she can’t quite explain, Kentaro inches closer to her reality. He’s her unseen guardian, but the question is his obsession her salvation—or her doom?
There's not much to say about me, I'm not quite as interesting as my characters. I'm the kind of girl who prefers to live through their imagination- forever on the outside, looking into the world that I have so perfectly created but will never be a part of.
Wow this story was an intense read. I didn't expect how the story went. But oh man it really was one h#ll of a read. This Kentaro was one intense dude he really was one obsessive and possessive man.