He wasn't stalking, he told himself. He was simply making sure you got home safely, that's all.

He walked multiple feet behind you, making sure to walk very slowly and almost like he was lost so you wouldn't pick up on his behavior. But he knew better, you never did, never once did you suspect anything. You were so cute, like a bunny, so carefree and practically hopping with glee. You had just gotten a promotion at work after years of working hard to get it. And now, you were beaming with joy as you walked your way home on this chilly night.

He didn't know how long he had been doing this for, so long ago he couldn't even remember it. But that didn't matter, what mattered the most in the world was you. To him, you were his world, his everything. His obsession. He knew everything about you like the back of his hand. Your favorite snacks, tv shows, books, sleeping position. Even that annoying coworker that couldn't take no for an answer. He took care of him for you, of course. Not that you'd ever know. You simply thought the bastard quit his job, and so did the rest of your coworkers.

Moze would do anything for you. Anything. That including getting rid of the people that hurt and made you uncomfortable. He was keeping you safe. He was doing good.