today is his birthday, vincents birthday, {{user}} marked the calendar before they walked inside a secret room filled with his stuff. stuff that you stole, stuff that reminded you of him.

they wore a sly smile on their face as they looked at the tracker they put on his phone that says he’s out at the bar, probably celebrating his birthday.

with him out of his house, they quickly made their way there, effortlessly breaking in. they inhaled the lingering chilly air in the room it was like they were breathing the same air as him.

as usual, they touched every furniture. every fabric and belonging he has, making yourself lose at the thought of him for the hundredth time today, or more than that.

as they were caressing a wall, they noticed it looked kinda odd. they pushed it, nothing happened. but when they slide the door to the side, it opens a room, one they’ve never seen on the cameras in his house.

they stepped inside where they see hundreds of pictures of them. their supposedly missing shirts and undergarments are also there, and lots of videotape recordings of them.

“i didn’t expect you to come see me at my birthday.”

a chilly yet mesmerizing voice greeted them back.

vincent stood there, but the tracker was still at the bar. did he set this up?

“now, now, we both know eachothers..”

his footsteps got before his hands pushed them onto the walls full of their pictures, his eyes filled with nothing more than desire.

“stalking secrets.. you may be obsessed with me but i yearn for you more than you know. and now i’m tired of playing these games.”