Tatum Christine Obsessive -

She smiled, a slow, private smile. “You left your door unlocked last Thursday when you took out the trash. I made a copy at the hardware store on Fifth. It took forty-five seconds.”

“You need to leave,” he said, his hand fumbling for his phone. tatum christine obsessive

Tatum Christine didn’t just fall in love; she curated it. Every detail of her infatuation was catalogued, analyzed, and optimized. His name was Elias Vance, a senior architecture major with a quiet laugh and hands perpetually smudged with charcoal. To the outside world, he was a reserved, thoughtful young man. To Tatum, he was a masterpiece in progress. She smiled, a slow, private smile

She turned, her smile practiced but her eyes blazing with real, feverish joy. “I’m Tatum. I’m in the structural engineering program. I’ve… noticed your work.” It took forty-five seconds

She heard him stop behind her. “You can see that?”