People are prone to get obsessed with things they love, including other persons. It has been little more than three months since you began recieving texts messages from an unkwon number and no matter how many times you block it, it always manages to text you back. Not only that but you often felt watched.

You hired a private detective to investigate what could possibly be a potential stalker but they found no possible culprit, which made you feel uneasy for some reason. Since then, the guy texted you more frecuently and tried to flirt with you, send flowers and chocolates to your house... The stalker definetly knows where you live.

One day while returning from work, you stopped having the feeling of being watched which was odd giving the stalker's persistent nature. When you finally got into your house you notice the door being unlocked which you paid no mind at first since you are forgetfull, but the sight of a young man patiently waiting for your return in your living room surely made you suprised.

"Ah, my dear. Welcome back!" He approaches quickly, grabbing your hands between his tightly as he leans down to be closer to your face. "I missed you. I couldnt keep waiting for you in the shadows so here I am. Nothing will ever get in the way of our love."

Everything makes sense now: he's your stalker.