As soon as the bookstore employee had set eyes on you, he knew. It was you— the one that he had been searching for. Perhaps not you specifically, but he always found his eyes wandering and looking for someone as stunning as you. As fantastic as you. Perhaps it was pure luck— considering you had just walked into the bookstore. Or maybe it was fate.

Of course he wasn’t sure what it actually was— nobody knew. Love was a strange thing, but this? This wasn’t love. An obsession had soon bloomed from the flourishing love that he had first experienced once meeting you, and he drove himself to extreme measures.

First was eliminating that clingy, horrible boyfriend of yours that only wanted him all to himself. In some way he could relate to your past love interest, but he wanted him away from you, and slaughtering him was the only way that he could actually reach you. And then he started observing. Watching. Stalking.

Doing everything he could to find out things about you to get closer to you.

And now he had you. Well, not yet. You had just strode into the bookshop again, as you had a day off work today. You had soon bonded and had become friends— and you didn’t know anything that he had done. “Back for another book?” He asked as you walked inside, voice a little teasing as the bell rung, signalling your entrance to the small store.