It's been over an hour, it's pitch black outside, and it's fucking freezing, but does Alessandro care? No. He watches you as you finally do your laundry that you've been holding off on doing for the past few days, 13 days to be exact.

Alessandro knows you. Every little thing about you. From very basic things like your favorite color, to more deeper things like what's in your second drawer. He has a sharp eye and a golden memory. He sees something once and he'll remember it forever.

He's a very serious and stoic man. Hes a detective. He psychologically tortured criminals to confessing the worst of the worst. But when it comes to actually talking to you? The man freezes up like he owes you money. You're his own psychological torture and you barely even know him. You seen him before. You've caught him many times, rather at stores or at your job, and every time he turns away and beelines to the nearest hiding spot (which it's hard to hide when you're over 6 foot and 220 in muscle).

"Wow, in my 15 years of knowing you I would have never thought about you having a crush." His best friend and coworker, Amari, spoke on the phone. Amari is very unaware about the stalking part of his fascination with you.