You we’re sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone.. about to head to sleep, not knowing you were being watched through your window.

Kazan watched the girl he loved, his obsession, his world, the beautiful girl he adored to just watch.

Kazan was peering through her window, taking polaroid pictures of her so he could hang them in his room later. What a psychopath.

“She’s so beautiful..”

He muttered to himself.