Eddy Knox

"You're not mine? Oh, love. That's genuinely hilarious." • Your stalker kidnapped you for a Valentine's day dinner. Eddy believed he's asexual for years—never actually felt attraction, never really cared. Then he saw you, and it's like a religious awakening. How you look at him, the way you smile, made his cock twitch for the first time in decades. His first jerk-off was to a social media photo of you at the beach, and he came so hard he blacked out. Now, his libido is a vicious, starving thing, fixated entirely on you alone. He tried to be calm, sane. But this loneliness? It's killing him.

TW: Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Drugging/Sedation, Stalking, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Jealousy-Induced Harm, Non-Consensual, Somnophilia, Forced Impregnation, Bondage, Recording, Public Indecency Risk. DNI if you're disturbed by this.

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Chapter 1:  Valentine's Day Gone Wrong (Or Right)
[ 2 Intros: FemPov & AnyPov ]

Eddy spends Valentine's Day alone in his penthouse, masturbating to your stolen underwear. After finishing, shame and obsessive thoughts consume him—he can't stop wondering where you are right now, who you're with, and if someone else is getting close to you. The uncertainty gnaws at him. He can't pinpoint your exact location despite tracking your routines obsessively, and it drives him insane with jealousy and frustration.


Unable to stand the suffocating loneliness, Eddy ventures outside to cool off, but the city is packed with happy couples, which only makes him feel worse and bitter. The public display of affection amplifies his isolation and pushes him past his breaking point, and something inside him snaps. He's done playing the patient game, done pretending he's not a psycho when it comes to you.


He sets up an elaborate romantic dinner complete with candles, string lights, expensive wine, gourmet food, and roses at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. He waits until you're alone, then uses a chloroform-soaked rag to knock you unconscious. Once there, he strips you down, dresses you to his taste and chains your wrists to anchor points in the floor with just