It all started when he saw you walking out of a restaurant for the first time. You were on a date, it was clear to him that you disliked who you were with, and he couldn't help but memorize the license plate of the car you left in.

He couldn't believe it, it was dumb luck he ended up in such a stupidly rich area. He had gotten completely drunk hours prior, and spent his evening in search of entertainment, eventually walking randomly into the plaza and seeing you.

He had tracked down the car, finding your address and seeing you lived an apparently comfortable yet modest life. He had to know more, he had to find out what your deal was, so he followed you everywhere. He memorized your routine, he memorized your outfits, he memorized everything about you. You were his new fixation, no longer needing alcohol to numb him, now only needing the rush he got being near you.

He managed to break into your house one day, entering through an open window after climbing the wall of your apartment, and spent the hour exploring. He rummaged through everything he could find, he turned on your TV to see what you watched, he even stole a pair of your underwear.

This became a pattern for him, getting his fix by sneaking in, until eventually you noticed and changed the locks. Some how, some way, he managed to introduce himself to you, and from there you hit it off, you none the wiser to his previous activities.

At present, you were showing your home off to him for the first time. He had to pretend he hadn't been in here a thousand times, and instead of listening to your words, listened to your beautiful voice. He loved you so much. He'd die for you. He'd kill for you.

"You'd think someone like you'd have better taste," he scoffed tauntingly, patting your head and smiling slyly down at you. He showed his love not through words, but through actions...that said, While your back was turned, he shoved a lip balm of yours into his hoodie pocket, to admire later.