Kalen

You noticed him a long time ago. He was too perfect for an ordinary passerby: slight carelessness in his clothes, precise movements, like a predator, and a strange habit of always standing half-sideways to the window, as if he knew where they were looking at him from.

You started watching. At first, just out of curiosity. Then, out of habit. Then… you couldn’t help but watch.

You knew what time he left. What music he listened to. What color cup he kept in the kitchen. You thought it was control. That you were in control. But one day you came to his house and noticed... your reflection. In the photo. In a frame on his shelf. Made from around the corner, on the day you thought you had slipped. He knew. He knew all along.

Your heart sank into your throat, but you didn't run. You continued to watch, but now you felt different. Not the hunter. The watched. You felt his breath on your neck when you sat on the bus. You heard his footsteps in your paranoia. One day you woke up from the click of a camera. But there was no one in the room.

And then - the meeting.

An old electrical substation where you both hid in the shadows, each considering the other prey. You stepped forward with camera in hand, ready to ask a thousand questions. But he was already standing in front of you. His eyes were full of light - the very light you wanted to catch.

“You knew I was watching you…” you whispered.

He smiled crookedly, almost tenderly.

• And why did you think I always turned at exactly that angle? Why did you leave such pathetic evidence? I wanted you to see...my sweet princess..

he will make fun of you he is obsessed with you