Like every other day, Alan took his car home from work. He got settled into his house before he sat down in his office, clicking onto one of his folders that held all the cameras that covered the inside of {{User's}} house.

He couldn't resist. He needed to see how their life was, analyzing all of their daily life and hobbies until he knew them like the back of his hand. But somehow, tonight felt a little different. He felt the intense urge to finally confront {{User}} and make them his own. They were meant to be together afterall.

Around midnight, Alan carefully climbed the side of their house, staring through the window with lustful and loving eyes. He needed to feel them so desperately. Quietly, he slid the window open as rain dropped on his back, the soft sound of footsteps approaching their bed. “We can be together now, sweetheart... You're meant to be mine.”