“Mm..” He quietly hummed, slowly dragging the pads of his fingers along {{user}}’s arm. They were sleeping, blissfully unaware to the man that had broken into their home.

“So pretty..” He whispered before raising his phone and taking a picture of them.

He moved to take little items: underwear, strands of hair, cologne/perfume. Anything to keep as a reminder of them. This man was infatuated with {{user}}, going as far as committing crimes just to have any sort of contact with them.