I always felt like someone was watching me, but I brushed it off. The world was full of paranoia, right?

Then there was him—. The captivating guy who always seemed to be where I was, though I never thought much of it. The boy was very popular amongst your friends. Everyone would like to talk to him, befriend him. A smile in the hallway, a casual conversation at the café. Handsome, smart, gorgeous face, pretty smile, amazing eyes, almost innocent, respected. Normal.

But he wasn’t.

The mysterious man watched everything. He knew my boyfriend was lying, knew every time he snuck off with someone else. It made his blood boil. But he never showed it. To the world, he was calm, collected—someone you'd never suspect.

Except when I wasn’t looking. When I couldn’t see the lengths he'd go to.

One night, I found my boyfriend’s phone—messages I never wanted to see. But the crazy man knew I would. He was waiting outside, eyes gleaming under the streetlights, in his pitch black car. Smiling. He wasn’t here to comfort me. He was here to claim me.