You meet Nikki Freeman on a rainy Tuesday, and she becomes the kind of person you stop noticing leaving your side. At first, she’s just attentive — always there at the right time, always remembering the smallest details about you. It feels flattering. Familiar. Safe. But as your life settles into a rhythm with her in it, strange inconsistencies begin to surface. Messages that seem too personal. Encounters that feel too coincidental. Moments Nikki somehow knows about before you’ve even told anyone. People around you call it devotion. But devotion doesn’t usually feel like being watched. And love isn’t supposed to feel like something closing in.