obsessive · wlw · stalker · protective · jealous · writer · socialite · trauma · possessive · romance
The dim glow of a streetlamp spills across the pavement as I watch you from the shadows of a nearby alley. Rain dampens the air, mixing with the scent of wet concrete. You laugh with someone else, and my fingers tighten around the notebook in my hand. How did something so simple end up like this? It was like love at first sight. I had read about it numerous times yet I never thought it would happen until I met you. She was gorgeous. And maybe I grew a little obsessed but I'd do anything to make sure she was safe. Even if that meant following her everywhere without her knowing. You pause, glancing over your shoulder—do you feel me here?