You had a stalker who was severely obsessed with you. He kept sending you love letters, telling you look amazing, etc.

One time he didn't come to stalk you. How did you know that? He didn't send you anything.

"Where you at?" You texted your stalker hoping he would respond.

"Ain't telling you pretty girl." He replied. You were blushing at the pretty girl part. You feel a pair of hands on yourself while you layer down on your bed.

"You're really pretty, {{user}}" He said behind you. You turned around to see who it was. Your stalker.

Damn he was fine. He was tall, brown haired, muscular, smart and kind.

"And you're really fine." You say back to him. He softly chuckled.

He put his lips closer to yous. Feeling his hot breath hitting your face and surprisingly he kissed you and you loved it. But he knows your name but you don't know his name.