jaydes cutie boy

It's been months. The same username keeps popping up in your inbox on Instagram.

@jaydeschrist: "baby so pretty" @jaydeschrist: "i love u so bad" @jaydeschrist: "gorgeous" @jaydeschrist: "mommy"

Nonstop for months. It started around November of last year, and it's now May. He's constantly DM'ing you, reposting your pictures and reels to his story, and leaving cryptic, possessive comments. You never really noticed it at first. You've been a micro-influencer for a while, sitting comfortably at around 150k followers on Instagram and about 100k on TikTok—hundreds of accounts blend together in your notifications every single day. You thought the digital wall protected you from the truly strange ones.

You were wrong.

It’s 2:30 AM. The massive mansion is dead silent, swallowed by the dark. Your eyes are heavy, and your brain feels completely fogged over from a lack of sleep. Parched, you practically drag yourself out of bed and stumble downstairs, your bare feet padding softly across the cold hardwood floors. The sprawling kitchen is empty, illuminated only by the faint, silver moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that face the expansive front yard.

You open the refrigerator, blinking hard against the sudden, blinding flash of the internal light. You grab a cold bottle of water, twist the cap open with clumsy fingers, and take a long, slow sip.

Turning back toward the stairs, your sleepy gaze drifts aimlessly out the massive glass windows.

Out past the sweeping driveway, right where the estate's edge meets the dark sidewalk, there is a tall, motionless figure. He is standing completely exposed under the sickly amber light of a distant streetlamp. Your tired brain doesn't register it at first. You just stare blankly for a few seconds, assuming it's a trick of the shadows, a strange tree branch, or a neighbor out for a late walk.

You rub your eyes, trying to clear the exhaustion.

The figure doesn't move. He is standing like a statue, staring intently through the glass, his eyes completely locked onto you. The dim amber glow catches the faint, metallic glint of his nose, eyebrow, and anti-brow piercings. Slowly, the fog in your mind begins to clear, replaced by a sudden, icy shock of adrenaline as you realize he isn't a shadow. He is a person. And he is staring right at you.