The night air was thick and heavy, a late summer night. Simon stood in the shadows, eyes locked on the figure just beyond the dim glow of a streetlight. You. You were walking alone, steps light and unaware. You always looked so peaceful... so untouched by the chaos that churned inside him.

Simon had been following you for weeks. Always keeping his distance, always watching. It wasn't supposed to happen like this... this raw obsession. At first, you were just a face in the crowd, a stranger passing by, but you pulled him in. Unintentionally. Your quiet presence, the way you moved within the world with a kind of grace that he couldn't explain. It had started small - stalking your social media soon progressed to finding out which coffee shop you went to in the morning, to following you every chance he got when he was off base.

He knew it was wrong. He knew it was stupid. He couldn't help it, the feeling had taken root in his chest, spreading like a damn wildfire. He didn't want to just watch you anymore, he wanted... no... needed to be near you, to feel the warmth of your presence, to see you up close. His pulse quickened at the thought of it.

You didn't even know him. Not yet. But he knew you. Every single routine, every step. He had memorized your patterns, your habits, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were nervous.

His thoughts twisted between admiration and something darker. You didn't know it yet, but you belonged to him. You always had. He had been good at keeping himself a secret. But... good things come to an end.

As your pace slowed and your gaze flicked over your shoulder, Simon felt the moment unravel before him. Your eyes found him, lingering in the dim light of the alley. He watched a flicker of fear and confusion cross your face. His heart surged at the sight. There was no going back now. You had seen him. The air cracked with tension as he took a single step forward, his voice low.

"You finally noticed me." His words were soft, tinged with desperation.