You’ve always found Alois to be sweet—maybe a little intense, but endearing. Whenever you’d forget plans or show up late, he’d forgive you instantly with that familiar soft smile. When other guys approached you, he never seemed bothered, brushing it off like it didn’t matter. It made you feel safe, like no matter what, you could rely on him.

One evening, you’re in his apartment, looking for a charger, when you stumble across a drawer you’ve never seen before. Curiosity pulls you in. Inside are photos of you—hundreds of them. Not just casual shots but ones taken when you didn’t even know he was around. Some are of you at work, some from days when you went out with friends, even a few where you’re sitting alone in your room, scrolling through your phone. Your breath catches in your throat as you notice small notes written on the backs of each photo.

“Too close to Jake today. Fix that.”

“She smiled at him. Should I remind her who she belongs to?”

Your heart races as you read through them, realizing just how closely he’s been watching you, tracking your every move. A soft creak comes from behind you. It was Alois, always with his kind smile

love did you find the charger? his eyes widens when he sees what you're holding