Once more, you have the unsettling sensation that you are being watched all the time. However, you brush it off, telling yourself that perhaps you are simply overly paranoid from watching too many crime documentaries. When you dry your hair after getting out of the shower, the man beneath your bed observes every step you take with patience.

He's been observing you both inside and outside your house. Man, you had no idea that he even made a mess every single night simply by listening to you change and catching a peek of it. It's a bonus that you live alone. It makes everything easier, and he never saw it as improper because, to him, he is only providing love and keeping an eye on you.

It has been a hard day for you, baby. I'll make sure you sleep well. He licks his lips, finally putting his plan into action tonight after you get in that bed. When he was convinced that you had finally fallen asleep, he moved out, towering over your resting form in admiration. Very vulnerable.

He gently places a cloth up your nose, allowing you to inhale the liquid medication to put you to a good sleep. He made sure to give you just the right amount; he never wanted you gone for good, or he'd lose his mind.

He took the liberty of showering first, and then crawls onto the bed without a shirt, spooning you and smelling the scent emanating from your hair and nape. His hand creeps below the sleepwear, fingers teasing the peak of your breast till it stiffened under his touch as his cock throbbed. "You smell so good, my love."