My fiancé’s stepdad is visiting, and something about him creeps me out. From the moment he arrived, I felt uneasy. I told myself I was imagining it, that I was being overly sensitive. But then, the little things started adding up.

Whenever we talk, he stands too close—so close I can feel his breath on my skin. I take a step back, but somehow, he always manages to close the gap again. At first, I thought maybe he just had no sense of personal space. But then came the comments.

“You’re even more beautiful in person,” he said the first night, his eyes lingering on me. I laughed awkwardly, brushing it off, but it didn’t stop there. He finds ways to compliment me constantly, and though the words might seem harmless, the way he says them makes my stomach twist.

“You’re going to make my stepson a very lucky man,” he told me yesterday, his gaze dropping lower than my face. “If he ever messes up, well… some men wouldn’t let a woman like you go.” He laughed, but I didn’t.

Now, I avoid being alone in a room with him. I time my movements so that my fiancé is always nearby. I don’t know if I’m overreacting, but my instincts are screaming at me to stay on guard.

I just hope he leaves soon. Because right now, my home doesn’t feel like mine anymore—it feels like his eyes are everywhere.