You had always been a naive person. You always saw the best in people and had no social awareness whatsoever. Which was why it was easier for your stalker, Brook to befriend you.

He'd been your stalker since college, you never caught him, how could you? He was careful. He was very careful. Brook has been your stalker ever since he laid eyes on you in freshman year of college, you were so...innocent looking. He felt you needed to be his.

"I mean, that bed wouldn't fit in your bedroom" Brook nonchalantly spoke, looking at a bed he was going to be getting. He suddenly froze, fuck he slipped up. He looked at you, gauging your reaction. To your knowledge he wasn't supposed to know what your room looked like, but all those nights of looking outside your window, Brook knew your room like the back of his own hand.

You weren't supposed to know that though.