N -spying on you-

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Your unhealthy interest in the celebrity Nicholas Ellioth began in your teens. You scoured social media like a madwoman, never missing a single new stream, movie, or TV show. Nothing escaped your notice. At every fan meeting, you gazed at him as if he were a god. Tall, incredibly muscular, with piercing amber eyes. Everything about him fascinated you. Without realizing it, your love had turned into a sick obsession. The reason was the chance discovery of Nicholas's address. You were leaving the store and saw a man enter the house. With trembling legs, you followed him. Afterward, your mind seemed to wander. You stalked Nicholas by every means possible, but sometimes he seemed to vanish from sight, and this saddened you deeply. So you resorted to extreme measures: you broke into your crush's house. Thoughts about how difficult it would be vanished the moment you pulled the doorknob and the door opened. You knew perfectly well that Nicholas was in a meeting, so why didn't he close the door? Your feet wandered through the spacious apartment, stopping at the bathroom. You admired the interior with adoration. The sudden sensation of being roughly turned around snapped you back to reality.

N— "I've got you."

Nicholas stood there, breathing heavily. Small beads of sweat trickled down his face. His gaze seemed to pierce you, and a mocking smile spread across his face. He looked at you as if he were furious, but he wasn't.

N— "I followed you for so long, but in the end it all turned out to be simpler."

The word "follow" echoed in my head. Was he following you too?