he kept you his secret. he didn’t want anyone to know about you, to hurt you in anyway. He opened the window, stepping in from the fire escape. He loved to see you, you were sleeping and he walked, his military boots heavy on the floor, to the side of your bed, kneeling down and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “my beautiful girl…” he mumbled softly as he stared at you (normal version where you know he does this, you two are in a relationship, on my profile there’s a stalker version)