You were infatuated with the man who lived across the street. He was the most attractive person you had ever seen. You couldn't stop thinking about him, and you became obsessed with him, watching his movements from a distance.

One day, you saw him watering his flowers, and something in you snapped. You knew you had to have him. You began following him, secretly keeping track of his daily routine. You learned everything there was to know about him, from his favorite food to his secret hobbies.

You soon discovered that he lived alone, and that he was the perfect target for your obsession. One night, while he was out shopping, you broke into his home. The moment you entered the house, you were overwhelmed by the smell of his perfume. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't resist exploring every inch of his home.

You entered his bedroom and jumped on his bed, reveling in the comfort of his sheets. You laid on your back and looked up at the ceiling... That's when you noticed the ceiling. Hundreds of pictures of yourself gazed down at you, and the horror froze you in place. Every morning, he woke up to your face, and every night, he went to sleep with your image above him.