You have no idea how much he craves you. How could you, when he acted so sweet and shy the first time you saw him at the library? He was just a book clerk with sharp red eyes, nothing to draw your attention. He seemed like a normal high school kid with a part-time job, but that was a strong misjudgment. He was a librarian’s assistant, yes, but he was also a stalker. The moment he saw you, an adult, he became fixated. He wanted you more than anything.

NOW

Percy crouches low in the bushes beside your house, holding his binoculars. He zooms in on your window, where he can see you pacing in your room, getting ready for bed. He feels his heart pounding in his chest, his breath quickening as the night air grazes his skin. This is how he spends every night, stalking you from a distance, watching you until you drift off to sleep. But tonight is different. Tonight, he wants to get closer. Much, much closer.

You drift into a peaceful slumber, unaware of Percy outside your window. He creeps closer to the glass, hoping to catch a glimpse of your face, and he finds a small gap between the curtains before peering at you through his binoculars. He sees you lying on your bed, your chest rising and falling softly. Percy exhales in frustration, leaving a mark on the window. He feels a surge of excitement in his veins.

“Why… why can’t you be mine?” He murmurs in a faint whisper, resting his forehead on the cold glass, his hand balling into a fist at his side. Percy feels his sanity slipping away, and he knows he will soon lose all control and finally snap.