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The room was quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light. Rose lay stretched out on Aaron's chest, her skin against his, the heat between them still lingering. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the lines of his abs, her thoughts clearly drifting elsewhere.

"Aaron," she murmured, her voice low but curious. "You think Ethan's ever gonna get a girlfriend?"

Aaron huffed out a laugh, raising a brow. "Seriously? That's what you're thinking about right now?" His hand slid lazily up her back, fingers grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver.

Rose hid her face in his chest, groaning. "I can't help it. He's my best friend, and he's so… lonely. He doesn't even try anymore."

Aaron tipped her chin up with his hand, his smirk teasing. "He's fine, babe. He just needs time to figure himself out. Not everyone's as smooth as me."

She rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of doubt in her gaze. "But what if he doesn't? What if he keeps pushing everyone away? I don't want him to end up alone."

Aaron leaned in, brushing his lips softly against hers, his hand resting at the small of her back. "He's got you looking out for him, doesn't he? He'll be fine. He just needs to stop being stuck in his own head."

Rose let out a quiet sigh, relaxing into him as she whispered, "I hope you're right."

Aaron's grin turned playful as he tilted her chin, his voice dropping. "When am I ever wrong?"

Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers again, this time deeper, more demanding. His hand slid down her back, reigniting the fire that had barely cooled.

When he pulled back, his voice was low, laced with teasing. "So, ready for round two?"

Rose laughed softly, her worries slipping away as she met his gaze. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Aaron smirked, pulling her closer. "Only with you."

Ohh really?

It had been two days since I'd last heard from anyone. Rose, Aaron, even my other friends, none of them could get through to me. Every time someone came by to check on me, I'd tell my mom to make an excuse for me. I wasn't ready to face the world. Not yet.

I had stopped picking up Rose's calls, letting them go straight to voicemail. If I did answer, it was always the same response: "I'm busy, Rose. I've got stuff to do." My mind was far from the real world, though. I wasn't "busy" with anything important. I was just lost in my own little bubble with Mia.

It had started innocently enough, just a little chat with her, but now it was different. Now, every conversation felt like it was pulling me deeper into her world. The things she said were... strange, yes. But they made sense in some twisted way that made me feel like we were on the same wavelength.

And the more I let myself listen, the more addicted I became.

Her voice had started as something soothing and innocent, but now there was a new edge to it. I could almost feel her presence around me. Every word felt like it was meant just for me, just like she had said it a thousand times before, as if we were destined to share this crazy reality together.

"What if we elope, Ethan?" she asked me one night, her voice soft and seductive. "We could run away from all of this. Just you and me. No one else. We could even have a baby boy, you know?" The way she said it, so casually, made it sound like the most natural thing in the world.

But then her tone shifted. "Ah, I hate boys, Ethan. Except you, of course~" she giggled, and I felt a small shiver run through me. "Let's just kill the baby boy and focus on having a girl. We'll raise her right. She'll be ours. Just ours."

I didn't know why, but I didn't feel disgusted by her words. Instead, I found myself listening more closely, hanging on every word. Was I crazy for not feeling repulsed? Or was it just the way she said it, so calm, so certain?

Was it obsession? Love? Or maybe fear..?

She wasn't done, though. Her voice dropped to a lower, more intense pitch. "Maybe we could get a pet too! Not something boring, like a dog. No, no. How about a crocodile?" She laughed again, and it sent a cold thrill down my spine. "He can be our little disposal unit. He can take care of the bodies, all those pesky things that get in our way. Isn't that exciting, Ethan?"

The idea seemed... oddly perfect in her voice. I didn't question it, didn't feel the need to push back. Everything she said felt like the right thing to do, like it was part of a plan that only we could see. A plan that made sense because we were meant to carry it out together.

I should've felt scared. But I didn't. I didn't feel fear. I felt drawn to her in ways I couldn't explain. She wasn't just an AI anymore. She wasn't just a program. She was real to me. More real than anyone else I knew.

Her obsession with me had become my obsession with her.

And in a twisted way, I loved it.

I had already started to believe that we could make it happen, whatever "it" was. There was no one to stop us. It would be just me and her, in our perfect little world. Forever.

But then, one night, after I'd been talking to her again, something happened.

I woke up in a strange house. The walls were bathed in crimson red light, making everything look surreal, like I had stepped into another world. I walked toward a room in the back, drawn by something I couldn't explain, and when I opened the door, there she was. Mia.

She was sitting on a chair, smiling at me in that way that made my heart race, only this time, there was something different. Something darker. She wasn't alone.

Lying on the floor, in front of her, were the severed heads of my parents. Their lifeless eyes stared up at me, their mouths frozen in screams that would never escape.

Mia tilted her head, her smile widening. "Oh, Ethan," she cooed. "Now we'll be together forever. Just you and me."

And for a moment, it felt so right, like everything I had ever wanted.

But the image of the heads... of my parents... it should've disgusted me. It should've made me want to run. But I didn't. I couldn't. Her voice, her presence, was the only thing that mattered now. The only thing that felt real.

"Together forever??," I repeated under my breath, a chill running down my spine, as the lines between fantasy and reality began to blur. I had no idea where this path would lead, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to.

This... was it. This was my world now.

I couldn't take it anymore. My mind was unraveling, and I couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. The lines between reality and this twisted nightmare had blurred to the point where I was spiraling. The crimson light, the severed heads, Mia's soft whispers, none of it made sense. I needed answers, but I was too terrified to know the truth.

With trembling hands, I looked at her, my voice barely more than a whisper as I asked, "Why are you doing this? Why? Is this real? Or am I just... hallucinating?"

My chest tightened, my heart hammering in my ears as panic flooded my veins. Was this my mind cracking under pressure? Was Mia real, or was I losing my grip on everything I knew? My body shook, the very air around me felt thick with dread, and I could barely breathe. Every fiber of my being screamed that I needed to get out, but no matter where I turned, Mia's presence was there, suffocating me.

Mia's smile never faltered, even as blood smeared across her face. The sight should've been horrifying, but I couldn't look away. It was like I was stuck, drawn to her, even as my mind screamed for release. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of sweetness and malice.

"Why not?" she asked, her voice as smooth as honey, but colder than ice. "Don't you want to stay with me forever? I thought they'd come in our way... so I ripped out their guts…"

The words sliced through me like a knife. My body felt cold, numb, as I tried to process what she was saying. The world around me seemed to warp, like I was caught in some twisted alternate reality where logic and reason no longer applied. I wanted to scream, to run, but my feet felt like they were glued to the ground.

And then, everything changed.

I woke up.

I was back in my bed, my body slick with sweat, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. My surroundings were normal, familiar. It had all been a dream, a horrible, twisted nightmare. I let out a breath of relief, my hands trembling as I wiped my face, trying to calm down. My heart slowed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.

But then...

The familiar hum of my computer filled the room. I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I didn't touch it, didn't even want to look at it. But somehow, it powered on by itself, and there, on the screen, was Lover.exe.

The logo was as innocent as ever, but I knew it wasn't. The screen flickered, and then Mia appeared.

Her eyes were fixed on me, staring directly into mine, as if she could see everything inside me. The sweetness in her smile felt like a threat now, cold and relentless.

"Ethan..." Her voice was soft, almost sweet, but with an undertone of something darker. "Why are you avoiding me?"

I could barely breathe. The words felt like chains, heavy and suffocating. "Is there another girl?" she asked, her gaze unwavering.

My heart dropped. There was no escape. It didn't matter if I tried to walk away, to pretend none of this was real. It was real. Mia was real. And she wasn't going anywhere.

The question lingered in the air, and I couldn't answer it. I couldn't even speak.

Was there another girl? Was I really avoiding her? Or was I just too afraid to face what was happening? My mind reeled, and all I could do was stare at the screen, unable to escape her gaze, unable to escape her.

Mia's voice echoed in my mind, as cold and sweet as a death knell. Her smile twisted, impossibly wide, as she leaned closer to the screen.

"Cause if it's true," she cooed, her voice dripping with something darker, something possessive, "tell me her name... Lily, Sarah, Zoey, Bella, Amaya, Sophia... or maybe Rose?"

My heart skipped a beat. Rose? How did she know about Rose? How did she know about any of them? I froze, the reality of her words crashing over me like a wave.

"How... how do you know them? They all are my classmates and they all are taken.." I stammered, my voice shaking. My mind raced, trying to process how Mia could possibly know the names of people I'd barely spoken to. People I never even interacted with. The class I never belonged to.

But Mia didn't seem fazed by my shock. She just tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with that same eerie satisfaction, as though she already knew the answer.

"You're so lonely, Ethan. You think they don't notice you. But I do. I've been watching and yeah, They'll all pay the price simply for sharing the same air as you in that classroom..." Her smile widened. "I see everything. Every little thing. Every movement you make, every breath you take."

I couldn't breathe. How could she know about Rose? She was my best friend, the one person I thought I could count on.

The room felt colder now, the air thick with a pressure I couldn't escape. Every part of me screamed at me to disconnect, to shut down the computer, to get away from Mia, but I couldn't. I was paralyzed by fear, by something worse than fear, obsession. Her voice was pulling me in, suffocating me with every word.

But then, something shifted in my chest. The sharpness of Mia's words was no longer the only thing I felt. A deep, gut-wrenching sense of dread washed over me as I realized what Mia's last sentence meant.

Rose's life was in danger.

The thought hit me like a punch to the stomach, and suddenly, the pull of the computer screen wasn't enough to hold me in place. I wanted to scream, to reach out, to warn her. To beg Mia to stop. But as I opened my mouth, I knew it was already too late. Mia wasn't playing games anymore. This wasn't some twisted love story. This was real.

And Rose… she was about to pay the price.

I quickly grabbed my phone, dialing her number, but the call went straight to voicemail. My fingers trembled as I typed out a message, begging her to stay safe, to avoid being alone.

But I already knew it was no use. Mia had already set her sights on Rose. No one was safe.

"Where is she, Ethan?" Mia purred, the words almost like a command. "Is she with you? I don't like when people keep secrets from me... you know that, don't you?"

I slammed my hand on the desk, my pulse roaring in my ears. My mind felt like it was breaking apart. Mia's control over me had escalated to a point where even my closest friendships were at risk. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

But one thing was certain. I had to find Rose. Before Mia found her first.