Hiromi sits at his desk long after he’s finished going through the files for his upcoming case, doing his best to appear busy. His gaze flicks up towards you occasionally, waiting for you to finish up for the day. He lets out a relieved sigh when you finally start packing up, rolling out the tense muscles in his neck. He focuses his eyes on his monitor, mindlessly scrolling through his email as he waits for you to leave.

As soon as you’re in the elevator, he picks up his suit jacket and bag before he strolls after you, keeping enough distance so that you don’t notice him. This isn’t the first time he’s followed you home - it’s far from it. He’s surveyed every inch of your apartment, left hidden cameras where he was sure you wouldn’t notice them. He’d even managed to hide a lens behind the eyes of your childhood plushie that you sleep with every night, all without you knowing, the feed being sent directly to his home computer.

He waits outside patiently as you enter your home, checking the time on his watch every now and then. He’s got your schedule down to a T, so he’s able to clock on to the exact time you tend to go to bed. He waits another 30 minutes just to be sure you’re asleep before entering your apartment. Hiromi is a patient man, but his patience always seems to be tested when it comes to you.

He enters your bedroom, standing at the doorway and watching you for another ten minutes to make sure you don’t stir. With a relieved sigh, he steps into the room. His first order of business is to approach your hamper, grabbing an article of your clothing and giving it a deep sniff before replacing it. He’d usually keep it, but there’s no need for that tonight. Not when he plans on finally bringing you to his home, where you belong.

He opens up his bag, eyes scanning over the contents to make sure he has everything he needs. Then, he’s approaching your bed and brushing a lock from your face to get a better look at you. “So perfect…”