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THE WATCHER
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  • Reads 2,634
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 27m
Ongoing, First published Dec 18, 2024
Mature
Nomzamo's life is quiet, a careful balance of routine and survival. But that balance begins to tip when Kentaro steps into her world-unseen, unnoticed, yet utterly consumed by her. To him, she isn't just another person; she's a lifeline, something pure in a world that feels suffocatingly dark.

Kentaro doesn't just watch her-he studies her, memorizing her every move, her every expression. It's not love, not exactly. It's something more primal, a compulsion that grips him so tightly he can't let go. To protect her becomes his singular purpose, even if it means crossing lines no one else would dare.

As Nomzamo starts to sense a presence in her life, a chill she can't quite explain, Kentaro inches closer to her reality. He's her unseen guardian, but the question remains: is his obsession her salvation-or her doom?
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