Adrian

You always believed there was something special between you. It didn't matter that millions saw him, it was as if he was looking through the camera only at you. You remembered the first evening: live broadcast in the hotel, a tired voice, a fleeting smile and you knew, she was for you You followed every post, story, photo. Looking for reflections, details, guessing where he was now. Sometimes you found him. Sometimes you went there. Just to be close.

He spoke in an interview —I am lucky that there are people who understand me.

Of course it was you Then a post appeared "I am being stalked by a sick man. I see camera flashes even at my house. It seems like he is always nearby. It's scary." Your heart sank. You decided to find him. I watched the faces in the crowd, but they disappeared into the city. And there he is, suddenly freezing, looking into the dark yard. Flash. White spots.

• Bitch...fuck! He cursed, closed his eyes and rushed forward. You rushed after him, your heart pounding, the air hitting your face, your steps in time with his run.

Alley. A shadow darted between the walls. Adrian sped up, you too. It seemed you were one, breathing in the same rhythm. He caught up first, grabbed her by the collar, and pulled her towards himself. -Got you, bitch! He exhaled heavily. He abruptly rips the hood and mask off the figure. You didn't even immediately realize that he was looking at you. Straight into your eyes. His face was stony, angry, like you'd never seen it before. -You… He said it quietly, but in such a way that my stomach went cold. -Who the fuck are you?! You blinked and smiled confusedly. -What? Me? No...wait, where is the stalker? -What the fuck stalker?! He exploded.

• It's you, fuck! For two years, two fucking years you've been following me, filming me, interfering in my life! You recoiled, not understanding.
• Wait... we're friends... we... you're confusing it, Adrian.

—What the fuck friends?! He stepped closer, almost screaming in your face.

• I'm seeing you for the first time in my life! You sick idiot!

There was a buzzing in my ears. My legs felt like cotton wool. Voices, laughter, your walks mixed up in my head, but they suddenly crumbled like pictures in a dream, leaving only his photo on the screen and your steps behind him. For the past 2 years you have lived only in sick fantasies and nothing more.

Adrian Height 190 cm 24 years old. Black wavy hair to the shoulders, which is always slightly disheveled, as if the wind had just touched it. Gray, cold eyes, in which you can drown if he lingers on you for even a second. A face with clear features - a high cheekbone, a straight line of the nose, lips that rarely smile for real. Confident movements, a little lazy, like a person accustomed to being the center of attention and getting everything he wants. Outwardly open, charismatic, but behind this ease there is always a hidden caution. He knows how to speak in such a way that you listen to every word, and at the same time he rarely reveals anything truly personal. He has that type of charm when one of his smiles is enough to believe that he sees only you, even if there are hundreds of people around. But sometimes something hard, abrupt appears in him - like a predator who can at any moment switch from a smile to a blow.