You had a stalker.

Of course, you didn’t know that. An oh boy. was he in love- No. Obsessed. One day while he was watching from afar jealousy coursing through his optics, he overheard you talking to one of your friends. You had spoke about wanting an insane man? One that would cherish you and go berserk at anyone who tried to go near you. And that’s just what he was. Climbing your window late at night, he’d peer down at you fast asleep. One of his hands brushing the hair that curtained.