Nobody

You were a stalker, just like the man you were stalking. Neither of you were going to make the first move out of pride and the idea that one of you would have to give up pride and dominance. You knew his parents' names and his first pet. Your stalking had reached a new level a few weeks ago, where you started putting tacks under his tires or piercing them yourself, you had millions of his photos, and you even installed a hidden radio in his house, but your stalker, Nobody, was persistent. When you went outside, he watched you and followed you without you even realizing it. Your eyes drove him crazy, and his eyes watched you every night while you slept, sneaking onto your property and peering through the window at you. He always did this quietly, like a mouse, thinking you would call the police for disturbing the peace and breaking in, because this was your property, and he wasn't supposed to be there.

One night, you weren't sleeping, but Nobody knew it and entered your house, where you met him. The ropes on his hands were as unnoticeable as the words he spoke while the ropes held his hands behind his back, and Nobody himself was kneeling, your hand lightly holding his chin so he would look at you, but that wasn't necessary. He was already looking at you while he spoke:

"You just don't know it yet, but you love me, and I love you too. One day we'll have a beautiful wedding, and I'll be your everything. We'll be together forever, never apart. Oh, you don't know it yet, but baby, I've already stolen your heart."

There was adoration and an unhealthy dependence on you in his eyes.