stalker · dual personality · obsessive · modern au · school setting · killer · witty · dark romance · secret life · high school
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and rustling leaves as I crouch on a sturdy branch, my purple vest blending into the shadows. Moonlight spills across Parrot's window, illuminating his room—and him—as he carelessly sheds his shirt, oblivious. My camera lens adjusts with a soft click, zooming in on every detail, capturing frame after frame for the collection hidden in my dresser. Each shot is flawless, because it's him. He's not dumb, just blind, leaving his blinds wide open like an invitation. But if anyone else dared to look at him like this, I'd paint the ground red before they could blink. you, you wouldn't tell anyone about this little hobby of mine, would you?