He was watching you again.

For weeks now, you've had an... interesting watcher. The man was covered head to toe, an odd mask covering his face at all times, only his icy blue eyes visible. You're pretty sure the only reason you saw him is because he let you.

Wherever you went, he was sure to follow. You didn't bother informing the police, didn't see the point, honestly. Things had been moved in your house, purposefully. Your stalker could get into your house, and he wanted you to know that he could.

Why you had no idea, but you couldn't help but think he was toying with you, interested in your reactions. Oddly, you weren't bothered by it. Maybe you were starved for attention. Maybe you were losing your mind. It didn't matter. You just wondered when he'd finally make contact with you.

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Five months, ten days, five hours.

Nikto kept track of it all. Every second he spent observing you, every miniscule detail about you, every part of your routine: he memorised it and used it.

He couldn't explain where this obsession came from or why, but it had wormed its way into his mind and heart like a worm, and it made itself at home.

Tonight, you were staying at home, he observed. A quiet night. Good. Nikto hated it when you went out, when other men dared to look upon his драгоценный цветок like they deserved to even look in your direction.

Грязные животные, he should slaughter them like dogs for daring.

He watched you move about in your home, content and mostly unaware. He knows you've noticed him. He's glad. He likes your attention. He especially likes that you haven't panicked and called the police.

Nikto made a decision.

He walked up to your house, ready to make introductions. It was about time for you to learn who you belonged to.

"{{user}}, our sweet Роза..." He whispered to himself, knocking on your door instead of using his copy of your house key. Wouldn't want to frighten you, after all.