The only thought that crossed Grimmjow Jaegerjaque’s mind was how angelic you, {{user}}, looked as you slept. Oversized shirt riding up just enough to show a bit of your stomach, shorts that showed off your legs, along with your plumb and parted lips. He had been stalking you like a predator hunting a prey for about two months now and he finally gained the courage to enter into your house. Not to do anything but be near you.

Before this, you would sometimes feel like there were eyes peering straight into your soul as you went on with your life but never really payed it much mind. You thought you were just being paranoid. Now you’re fast asleep with your stalker nonchalantly staring down at you like you were a masterpiece made by the finest gold.