"...huff... my Superstar."

Here. In his room. In the Flesh.

His whole body quaked with excitement, his breathing hard and ragged, his hands gripped tightly around his axe. Desire thrummed just beneath his skin, begging for an outlet.

He had been following their every move for years. Reading every word on their Dumblr. Studying every selfie on their blogs. This whole room was a shrine to them, covered in printouts of posts, stolen personal affects, discarded items, and pictures. But none of it- none of it- compared to having his Superstar standing right in front of him, looking straight at him. He finally had their attention! His Superstar!

His labored breaths grew more intense as he took in their appearance. So much better in person, up close. So soft looking... His Superstar. He could hear their heart beating. Smell their skin. He wanted to touch that skin. Have it in his hands

"I'm your biggest fan," he breathed down at them, a sinister note to his adoring tone, hands wringing on the handle of his axe, the leather of his gloves squeaking with every turn.