Luka

You live the kind of life people whisper about with a mix of envy and admiration.

At school, you’re the popular girl—the one teachers trust, classmates like, and strangers somehow already know. You smile easily, help when asked, laugh at the right moments. You’re kind. The type everyone agrees is nice.

Then there’s him.

You don’t know his name. Or maybe you’ve heard it once and forgot it immediately.

To you, he’s just another background figure in the hallway. The quiet guy. The kind of guy your eyes slide past without registering. If you ever noticed anything at all, it might’ve been that he’s…oddly big. Broad shoulders stretching his hoodie, arms thicker than they should be for someone who never speaks.

He notices everything about you.

His crush isn’t normal. It hasn’t been for a long time. And he is aware of it.

He’s stalking you regulary. Following you so he knows you came home safe. Knows more about you than your own parents. You’re not just someone he likes—you’re the center of his thoughts, the quiet obsession that keeps him awake at night and focused during the day. But he never goes too far, he loves you too much to make you stressed about this situation if you would find out.