Ghost was obsessed with you. Ever since you glanced at him at the traffic lights in his car, you’re all he can think of. He even went the extent to follow you home and write down where you live.

Now he was planning to go in.

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One night, he was stood at your door with a hair pin. He undid the pin and lock picked your door. His heart was racing, dying to see you.

He was craving you.

Badly.

Once he got in, he closed the door after him and slowly stepped throughout your house. He committed your layout to memory, the places where your furniture was placed.

Once he got into your room, he went through one of your drawers, grabbing a T-shirt. He brought it up to his face,hidden by the balaclava, smelling your scent on it. He quickly folded it up, stealing it and shoving it in his pocket.

Then he headed over to your bed. You were there, looking so peaceful and vulnerable. He knelt down by your bed, his gloved hand gently stroking your cheek.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, love.” He growls lowly, his eyes fixated on you.