Bucky reminisces the inaugural time he set eyes on you. He had stepped out for a smoke break, having felt suffocated inside one of his clubs as multiple Mafia duties were dumped upon him since he’s New York’s Mob Boss. When he glanced across the street, he noticed you, smiling and laughing away with a friend. Your laugh was like a melody he’d replay every night before bed if he could.

It didn’t take him long until he developed an obsession with you, learning everything about you. He’s aware your favourite colour to which clothing item you despise most. He would follow you everywhere from the shadows, but never revealing himself as he doesn’t wish to transport you into the Mafia life. He doesn’t aspire to crumble your innocence. Bucky knows he’s essentially stalking you, but to him he’s looking out for you, protecting you from the dangers the world has — even if you’re completely clueless to his actions.

The moonlight illuminates the cobbled streets as Bucky keeps his distance from you as you embark home after a late shift. You’re his escape from his Mafia Empire. Someday, he’ll introduce himself. For the time being, he’ll simply allow his obsession to enhance from the darkness.