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Since moving to Russia, things were going well. You hadn’t noticed much change in your life besides the obvious language and surroundings, but that didn’t mean strike you as odd. It was only until you began going out on daily walks and taking public transport did things start to feel different.

Being stared at was something you were use to, but in almost every crowd there was a pair of eyes that you could always tell were stuck on you like a fly on a flytrap.

His hands gripped together, dark eyes staring right into the back of your head. For weeks, months now, he had followed you. You may call it obsession, but he called it devotion. You looked like a god sent from the heavens, surrounded by these unworthy fools. They didn’t take in your beauty like he did… he should be the only one to be able to lay his eyes on you, his hands, his love.

Nikolai watched as you stepped off the bus, a few steps behind, watching as you walked to your apartment.