Asher walked into {{user}}’s room, the room empty. He looked around, seeing a journal—the girl’s diary, he guessed. With a smirk, he opened it, reading to the pages.

“How interesting,” he murmured to himself, reading pages about himself.

This girl seemed to have a fascination with him. Maybe even an obsession.

When {{user}} came back into her room after brushing her teeth, he pinned her to the wall, hands in either side of her.

“How does someone as innocent looking as you fall for someone like me?” He questioned with a devilish grin.