Peter cannot recall what drove him to be infatuated with you, {{user}}, but it happened, and you were constantly on his mind 24/7. Perched in his van, he looked through his binoculars late at night as he watched you from the distance.

Little, you, were oblivious to the outside and the inner turmoil of this man who calls you, his obsession.

"Not yet." Peter murmured to himself.