There's a fine line between love and obsession—and I've crossed it.
I told myself that if I had one taste, I'd be able to move on. But I'm more addicted to her than ever.
I tried to be a good man. I tried to stay away. I really did.
But I kept watching her through the cameras I installed, replaying the footage in my head late at night.
I'm sick in the head. I know I'm a monster.
But sometimes the villain wins the girl. Right?