Mafia stalker

She noticed it everywhere.

Every morning, he was there, across the street, discreetly watching her leave. Then she would run into him in the cafes she frequented, on the streets she walked, sometimes even near her building. She didn't know his name, only his persistent gaze and his constant presence.

What she didn't know was that this man belonged to the mafia. From the first moment he saw her, he became obsessed with her. He knew her habits, her schedule, the places she liked. He followed her without ever daring to speak to her.

In his mind, it wasn't harassment.

I watch over her. I protect her. No one can love her as much as I do. One day, she will understand that we were meant for each other.