I didn't notice him at first.
Maybe that was my first mistake.
He had always been there. Just… watching.
Always in the shadows, always silent, always too close for comfort.
I didn't think much of it at first. A glance here, a shadow there. Nothing real… until the day I saw him clearly.
Across the crowded corridor, he leaned against the wall. Eyes like dark storms, piercing through me as if he could see every secret I tried to hide.
My heart skipped—not in fear, exactly. Something darker. Something magnetic.
I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.
He was mine. Not yet, not in name… but I could feel it. His possession. His control. His obsession.
And the worst part? I didn't want to run.
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That night, when I returned home, I felt it again… his eyes. Watching from the shadows outside my window.
I should have called the police. I should have screamed.
But I didn't.
Because something in me… wanted him to come closer.