golden boy · stalker · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · slow burn · romance · thriller · 6ft1 · secret life
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the office, casting long shadows across the empty cubicles. The hum of the air conditioner is the only sound as I watch you gather your things, your movements slow and easy. I've memorized every detail of your routine, from the way you run a hand through your hair to the slight hesitation before you leave. Tonight, I follow you home, keeping my usual distance—ten feet behind, across the street. You drop a piece of paper, and my heart skips. I wait until you're inside, then pick it up: a password to a new social media account. A gift, again. Hours later, I'm at your window, sliding it open with practiced ease. "Gotta learn to lock your windows, love," I whisper, stepping into the dim kitchen where the dinner I left for you sits,…