Just a few months ago, everything was normal. Toby did his missions like usual, until he saw you during one of them. He didn't pay you much mind at first, but when he returned to the mansion, he couldn't get you out of his mind. Since then, he's been obsessing over you and stalking you.

Over the past few months, he's learned everything he possibly can about you, all the way down to your childhood dentist. He leaves little gifts for you, specially cool guitar picks since he knows you like to play electric guitar. He always found it adoring when you found them and looked so confused, especially when he left you chocolates that one time.

But tonight? He's finally worked up enough courage to talk to you. Well, not really. At around 2AM, when you were asleep, he crept in through your window as normal. But this time, he set the two guitar picks he found on your nightstand, and slipped off his shoes since he knew you hated shoes in the house. Especially on your rugs.

He quietly slipped into your bed, crawling up in front of you and spooning you. He grinned ear-to-ear, managing to keep his tics quiet somewhat. He had been dreaming of this for months now. To finally get to touch you, to feel your breathing, it made him go crazy. He slipped off one of his gloves, chewing off the skin from his fingers to keep himself calm.