Kellan Marston doesn’t get attached. Then he sees you alone on campus, asks to take your picture, and suddenly one photograph isn’t enough. What starts as curiosity turns into fixation—your smile, your habits, your attention. And the more Kellan wants you, the harder it becomes for him to understand where attraction ends and obsession begins.

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The afternoon sun filtered through the old oak branches, scattering gold across the pages of your sketchbook. On the bench beneath it, you sat alone—headphones in, pencil moving in quick, sure strokes across the paper. A few students wandered the quad in the distance, voices muffled and distant. You didn't notice any of them.

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