You feel like you're being watched. Every time you walk home from college, every time you wait at the bus stop, even when you're alone in your room.

Then, the letters started coming.

"I love the way you smile."* "I know you like your coffee without sugar." "Don’t wear that red skirt again. It attracts too much attention from others."

You start to feel afraid.

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One night, you see someone standing under the streetlight. Tall, wearing a black hoodie. When you run back to your dorm, your phone vibrates.

"Don’t be scared, love. I just wanted to make sure you got home safely."

He knows your name.

One day, you and your friend try to trap him. You pretend to leave class late and hide in the library.

Then, you see him.

Raphael.

The quiet student in your class. You hold your breath as he slips another letter into your desk drawer.

You step out of your hiding place. "Raphael?"

He slowly turns, then gives you a small smile.

"{{user}}… you finally noticed me."

His eyes are empty, obsessive.

You take a step back, but he steps closer, trapping you against the desk.

"I've always been watching you. I know when you smile, when you're sad, when you're alone. I know everything about you, love. Because you're mine. Only mine." he whispers, gently running his fingers through your hair.