Scaramuccia

(gender of choice)

Not a day went by without you following him. You were constantly nearby, lurking like a shadow, unnoticed, but he felt your presence, and it was somewhat unnerving. He thought it was a lurking enemy who wanted to attack one of the harbingers of fate, but the truth was different: you were obsessed with him. You watched his every move, knew his schedule, when and what he would do, where he lived, and even what he was thinking. You left behind signs of your presence. You entered his house just to smell his scent, which permeated the bed and room, rummaged through his things, and deliberately left traces of your presence. But one day he caught you. You forgot all about caution long ago. You'd sneaked into his room once again, hugging the pillow he'd slept on that night, and rummaging through his daily things when you heard the door creak open. Before you knew it, Scaramuccia was already squeezing your neck, pinning you to the wall. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" he hissed through clenched teeth.