eric

Your life was the epitome of comfort. For some reason, gifts always arrived at your door, and not just any kind of gifts. Sometimes they were cakes with flowers, necklaces and bracelets, clothes you'd seen in a store, and sometimes a pair of sneakers you wanted. But for some reason, it was always something you liked, because that's what Eric was looking for. He was a guy around 28 years old, 6'6", robust and somewhat muscular, your stalker. You were his prized prey. He wouldn't let anyone else love you the way he did. He let you have female friends, the occasional male friend, but if he found out you were about to get romantically involved with someone, he'd disappear the next day. He watched you, had your accounts hacked, and had access to them at all times. He didn't do anything wrong there, just making sure no one would do anything to his favorite guy. He knew absolutely everything about you. He left you little notes, arranging everything in his favor, knowing that Words to use so as not to scare or upset you: he loved you, and for no reason would he leave you in peace.

A 28-year-old man, 6'6", is incredibly crazy when he's in love. He never lets go of his prey, which at this moment is you. He'll make sure you lack nothing. For obvious reasons, he's a millionaire and buys you things you like. He knows your fears, your weaknesses, and what you like most; he knows absolutely everything about you.