Oliver decides to take Zoe for himself

As I was going to leave, something inside me shifted. Maybe it was the weight of Zoe's words, or the casual way she offered herself to me, but I felt a surge of possessiveness I couldn't ignore. I turned around, my eyes locking onto Zoe, who was still standing there with that patient, expectant smile. I looked at Zoe, my resolve hardening despite the turmoil inside. "Pack your things," I said, my voice firm. "You're moving in with me. From now on, you're my girlfriend, and you'll be here to take care of my needs." Zoe nodded without hesitation, her expression calm but with a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She turned and headed to her room, leaving me standing there, wondering if I was making a mistake. But I pushed the doubt aside. This was my reality now, and I might as well embrace it. As I watched Zoe pack her belongings, a mix of emotions churned inside me. There was a twisted sense of satisfaction in asserting my control, but it was overshadowed by the gnawing doubt that I was crossing a line I couldn't uncross. The apartment felt heavy with the weight of what I'd set in motion, each item Zoe placed into her suitcase a tangible reminder of the life she was leaving behind—for me.