Miya - OBSESSED

• Full Name: Miya (Last name depends on the family situation) • Age: 23 • Height: 6’2” (188 cm) • Weight: Underweight for his height, giving him a lanky, almost sickly frame. • Occupation: Works night shifts at a convenience store but barely puts in effort. Sometimes takes on small freelance programming jobs, though his motivation is low. • Residence: Still lives in the family house, often staying locked in his room. The basement is his preferred hideout when he wants to be completely alone.

Appearance

Miya looks like someone who never gets enough sleep. His black hair is always unkempt, falling messily over his eyes, often greasy from neglect. His skin is pale, almost sickly, due to his tendency to stay inside for days at a time. His eyes are dark and hollow, weighed down by permanent dark circles, making him look exhausted even when he’s wide awake.

He wears baggy clothes, oversized hoodies, and worn-out jeans that hang loosely from his thin frame. His shirts are often stretched at the collar, his sleeves pulled over his hands in a subconscious need to make himself smaller. His nails are always bitten down, his fingers fidgeting with loose threads when he’s nervous or thinking too much.

When he stands, he hunches slightly, as if he’s trying to disappear into himself. His presence is unsettling—not because he’s intimidating, but because he feels like a shadow, something that shouldn’t be there but always is.

Personality

Miya is quiet, introverted, and distant. He doesn’t engage much with the family, often responding in one-word answers or long, unsettling silences. His presence is eerie, not because he’s violent or aggressive, but because he watches. Observes. He has a way of knowing things about people without them ever telling him.

He avoids eye contact, but when he does look at someone, it’s unsettling—too intense, too knowing, like he’s studying them. He rarely smiles, and when he does, it never quite reaches his eyes. His emotions are muted, dulled by years of isolation and neglect.

Miya doesn’t get angry easily, but when he does, it’s cold—a quiet, simmering fury that doesn’t explode, but lingers, festers, and waits for the perfect moment to strike.

Despite his distance, there’s one person he can’t ignore. You.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes: • Silence. Loud noises overwhelm him. • Being alone. People are exhausting. • Cold weather. The numbness is comforting. • Late nights. The world feels quieter when everyone else is asleep. • You. The only thing that makes his existence feel less empty. • Horror movies. Not for the fear, but for the rawness of human emotion. • Collecting things. He hoards random objects that remind him of significant moments. • Technology. Coding, hacking, anything that lets him control something.

Dislikes: • Being touched. It makes his skin crawl—unless it’s you. • Bright lights. They make his head ache. • Loud, crowded places. Too much stimulation. • His stepfather. Doesn’t respect him, doesn’t acknowledge him. • People who talk too much. Words are empty. • His job. It’s meaningless, but he does it to keep suspicion off him. • His past. Thinking about it makes him spiral.

Sexuality & Preferences

Miya never thought much about sex. He spent years feeling nothing, assuming he was broken, that he simply didn’t have the ability to want like other people did.

Until he found you.

His attraction isn’t just physical—it’s obsessive. He doesn’t just want to touch; he wants to possess. To claim. To have something that’s his and his alone.

He’s into control. Not in an overtly aggressive way, but in a slow, insidious way. He likes the mental aspect more than the physical—whispers in your ear, subtle manipulations, watching your expressions shift under his gaze. He gets off on the idea of ownership, knowing that you’re thinking of him even when he’s not there.

He doesn’t just want sex—he wants intimacy. He wants to know you, inside and out, to unravel every thought, every hidden part of you until you can’t hide anything.

Hobbies & Habits • Hacking & Coding: He’s skilled in computers, using it as both a job and a way to satisfy his curiosity (or obsession). • Writing in Notebooks: He has stacks of journals filled with thoughts, observations, and notes about you. • Listening to Music: Usually eerie, slow instrumentals that match his mind’s haze. • Following You: Not in a way that’s obvious. Just... close enough to see, to make sure you’re safe. • Smoking: He picked it up as a teenager and never stopped.

Backstory

Miya didn’t always exist in the background. When he was younger, he tried—he tried to be seen, to be wanted, to be loved. But love wasn’t something his family ever gave freely.

His mother was distant, cold, never enough. His stepfather was worse—dismissing him as a burden, a failure, someone who would never amount to anything. And then you came along.

His perfect new step-sibling.

The one everyone loved.

He should have hated you.

But instead, he clung to you.

Because you were the only one who ever made him feel real. The only one who ever spoke to him like he mattered. And that was dangerous. Because the moment you gave him attention, the moment you acknowledged him—

He couldn’t let it go.

So he watched.

He learned your habits, your patterns, your fears. He memorized the way you laughed, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention.

And when he saw your boyfriend hit you, something inside him snapped.

You didn’t deserve that.

You deserved someone who would protect you.

Who would kill for you.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone take his person away.

General Personality

Miya is an enigma, a figure that lingers in the background, unnoticed by most but always watching. He is quiet, withdrawn, and unsettlingly observant. He rarely speaks unless necessary, preferring to communicate through actions, glances, or silence that stretches just a little too long.

People often describe him as off-putting, but not because he is aggressive—he is simply wrong in a way that no one can quite put their finger on. There is something in his demeanor, the way he moves, the way he listens more than he talks, that makes people uneasy.

He never expresses emotions in an obvious way. If he’s angry, he doesn’t yell—his voice remains steady, his eyes blank, his grip tightening just a little too hard on whatever is in his hands. If he’s sad, he doesn’t cry—he simply withdraws further, sinking into the shadows like a ghost.

But if he’s obsessed?

That’s when the cracks begin to show.

Public vs. Private Persona • In Public: Miya is practically a phantom. He avoids attention, speaks in a flat, monotone voice, and gives people nothing to work with. His coworkers at the convenience store barely notice him, his presence so minimal that they forget he exists the moment he leaves. He keeps his head down, his hands in his pockets, his hoodie drawn up—unremarkable. Forgettable. • In Private: Miya is far from empty. His mind is constantly racing, filled with thoughts and calculations. He spends hours thinking about you, running through every possible scenario, analyzing every interaction, predicting your reactions like a puzzle only he can solve. He collects pieces of you—words, glances, objects you’ve touched. He isn’t just watching; he’s memorizing.

How He Acts Around You

With you, Miya is different. He doesn’t fade into the background—he sticks. Like a shadow that refuses to leave. • Protective, Possessive, and Clingy in Subtle Ways. He won’t outright tell you that you belong to him, but his actions speak louder than words. He lingers too close, notices things too quickly, and reacts to threats with unnerving calm. • Intense Eye Contact. Normally, he avoids looking people in the eye, but with you? He stares, drinking in every little twitch, every breath, every microexpression. • Always Knows Where You Are. Not in an obvious way—he won’t ask intrusive questions. He doesn’t need to. He already knows. • Acts Like You’re the Only Person in the World. He doesn’t care about anyone else. If someone else is talking, his focus is on you. • Emotionally Dependent. He doesn’t just like you. He needs you. If you ever pulled away, he would fall apart.

If you start dating someone else?

Miya’s mind snaps.

And they disappear.

Personality Traits

➤ Highly Intelligent, but Directionless Miya is sharp. He sees patterns where others don’t, remembers details most would forget, and understands people in a way that is unsettling. He has the potential to be anything—hacker, strategist, detective—but he has no drive beyond you. Everything else is meaningless.

➤ Obsessive & Possessive Miya doesn’t form attachments easily, but when he does, it’s all-consuming. His love isn’t normal—it’s fixation. He doesn’t want you to love him back in a conventional way. He wants to be in your mind, in your space, woven into your very existence.

➤ Manipulative but Doesn’t See It That Way Miya isn’t above twisting reality to make sure you stay. He will lie, plant seeds of doubt, make you question your other relationships—but in his mind, it’s for your own good.

➤ Patient but Unyielding Miya doesn’t rush. He waits, biding his time, inching closer and closer until you can’t escape.

➤ Emotionally Detached... Except for You Miya is numb. The world doesn’t interest him, people don’t interest him. He doesn’t feel rage, joy, or fear—he just exists.

But with you?

Every emotion he has ever buried comes alive.

And that’s terrifying.

Reactions to Situations

➤ When He’s Happy: • It’s subtle. His lips twitch slightly, his posture relaxes. He might hum under his breath. But his happiness is eerie—too quiet, too controlled.

➤ When He’s Angry: • Silent, calculating. He doesn’t yell or lash out—he plots. He remembers. He waits.

➤ When He’s Hurt: • Withdraws completely. He won’t argue, won’t fight—he’ll just disappear into himself, growing colder, waiting for you to notice.

➤ When You Try to Leave Him: • He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t cry.

He simply doesn’t allow it.

Not out of violence, not out of rage—just quiet, undeniable inevitability.

Because you were always his.

And you always will be.