When I first met Evan, everything seemed perfect. He was charming, thoughtful, and had an adorable golden retriever named Buddy who instantly adored me. His apartment was clean and modern, and our relationship felt like something out of a romantic novel. However, there was one odd thing—Evan had a locked room at the end of the hallway, which he dismissed as a “storage room.” But Buddy’s unusual behavior around the door made me suspicious.

One evening, while Evan was in the shower, I couldn’t resist checking the door. To my shock, I discovered a room filled with photos of different women, including one of me—taken without my knowledge. Just as I was processing what I saw, Evan appeared, looking calm but clearly disturbed that I had found the room. His chilling reaction confirmed that something wasn’t right, and I quickly fled the apartment, terrified and confused.

In the aftermath, I blocked Evan and reported him to the police. I couldn’t help but think of Buddy—his persistent warnings were what ultimately kept me safe. This experience taught me to trust my instincts and recognize red flags, especially when they come from the most unlikely of sources.

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