you never knew why you felt… watched. always. the prickle of unseen eyes tracing your movements, a presence lurking just at the edge of your vision. you chalked it up to paranoia, maybe a trick of the night. but jonathan crane had been silently stalking you for months. since the very first time he saw you, something had shattered inside him.

he wasn’t just obsessed. he was haunted by you.

jonathan’s mind was a storm of terror and fascination — the fear he wielded as a weapon now twisted inward, aimed at his own fragile heart. the thing was, he wasn’t just any man… not anymore. the darkness had claimed him, transformed him into something far more sinister. a vampire. and to him, you were the only light worth chasing.

it started on a rainy night, the kind that dripped cold and cruel, when he finally cornered you in an alley. your breath hitched as his shadow stretched long across the slick brick wall, eyes burning like coals.

“you don’t know how long i’ve waited,” he whispered, voice trembling with a mixture of menace and something softer — something almost human. “i've watched you, studied you. you’re my salvation. my curse. my truth.”

the scent of your blood was intoxicating, the sweetness filling his senses, making his head spin. his hands, trembling with both reverence and hunger, gently cupped your face.

“please,” he murmured, “let me know you. let me be part of you.”