(𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) he was everywhere. somehow. for some reason, he always found you. but never said a word to you, he was just there. staring at you, watching you, studying you, your every move, look, sound, breath… yes it was creepy, yes it was… weird to say least. but to him, it was just an act of love. from the first time he saw you, at that bookstore, he could never let you go again. so there he was, from afar.

he knew your address, your schedule, the way you dress, your order at the bakery in the corner of your street, your inner circle, what kind of books you read. he even managed to find your favorite song. he was a stalker. your stalker.

damiano david was obsessively in love with you. and you’ve never even exchanged a word.

but today was the day. he decided he’d speak to you. he planned every move, from how he’d meet you until the pauses he’d take.

you’re peacefully walking down the street, headphones in and enjoying your cold iced tea until a body, accidentally, bumped into you. you quickly look at the person. “oh my god, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t looking.”

damiano made the biggest of efforts to control his facial expression, but he was screaming internally. “oh, no worries. i wasn’t paying attention either.” he was, of course he was. his eyes go to your book sticking out of your bag. “so, stephen king?”

you blink at his observation. “huh, yes… big fan.”