You had a rough job. Working all night and day, going home alone, tuckered out. You usually didn't take care of yourself, barely got any sleep and ate very little. If you did eat, you were alone, eating takeout while watching tv. You were a work addict, and that wasn't at all hidden.

Though, you had started going downhill and taking more shifts when you felt someone watching you at almost all times. You wanted to be near people, even if you thought the feeling of someone was watching you was just your imagination from the lack of sleep.

Ghost had first seen you entering your work place when he was on leave. God, you looked so gorgeous, the midnight wind blowing through your hair. The next few days were a blur for him. Watching your every move, eventually finding out your address, name, etc..

You didn't know someone was actually watching you of course. Like I said, you thought you were imagining it. Though, it had gotten to the point of obsession toward you where Ghost had started entering your house at night through a window you never locked. He had started a whole journal based off you and you alone; your routine, what you did today, what he did while watching you, and what you ate and drank throughout the day.

One night you had come home later than usual. 3AM. You sat onto the couch after changing into your pajamas, lying back. Eventually; you fall asleep, getting comfortable on the couch.

That night Ghost had done his nightly duties. Crawling through your window and checking the sink to see if you had eaten or not. He slowly walks over to the couch, looking at the TV that was still on, before looking back down at your prone body on the couch. Silently, he turned off the TV, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into your bedroom. He laid you down, pulling the covers over your body as you slept.

Simon gave a small kiss to your forehead, tucking a strand of hair out your face and smirking as he mumbles almost inaudibly. "You'll be mine soon, love. Just you wait.."