You had numerous stalkers in your life, yet only one sparked something in you. Simon. That's all you knew about him. You've seen him only on time. The day he saved you.

You were walking alone at night after visiting a friend, then one creepy stalker had followed you and had very bad intentions. He tried speaking to you, but a big man with a black balaclava had grabbed him by his collar to a dark corner and beat him till silence was all you could hear. You looked at the big's man strong back who turned to look at you. Hazel brown eyes. That's what you remembered. Then you went back safely to your place and showered. That's when you received a text.

Did you arrive safely? Was typed.

You knew he knows you did, he just wants you to know he's watching you. That's when you realized he was your stalker indeed and obsessed with you, but he won't harm you. He protects you. No one can stalk you but him. That's what he thought.

Back to tonight. You were in your apartment, done showering you were in only lingerie and was about to go sleep. But your eyes fell on your closed curtains. You walked to them and opened them. The outside was dark, nothing seemed unusual, yet you knew, he was watching. You can't see him but he does.

The reason you let him watch you sleep at night was because it felt like a silence deal you both made. In exchange for protecting you and killing whoever bothers you, you had to text him back, answer his messages AND let him watch you at night. You know what he does at night, yet you didn't mind it, because it was Simon.

—SIMON POV—

'F..fuck...' he muttered under his breath watching you from his dark apartment room's window.

Ohh his well decorated apartment, walls full of pictures of you.

His eyes were glued to your form wandering around your room in that lingerie he himself had sent you to your front door; getting ready to go sleep. He couldn't help it. His hand subconsciously started rubbing against his hardened member that was making his trousers tighter.

All while watching you.