Davon || Stalker

Devon doesn't remember when or how it started, when you became his whole world, when he began to descend into a morbid obsession, but the only thing he knows is that he can't stop. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how creepy he looks, he can't stop. How could he? You're the only person on his mind.

He's been stalking you after school to find out where you go, who you hang out with, where you live, and what your daily routine is like for weeks, maybe even months. And you still don't know. Or maybe you do, but prefer to keep quiet, not complain. He's been stalking you on all social media, liking your posts, commenting like an obsessive ex, but in a more twisted way. He even took photos of you, keeping them in his bedroom, and collecting little things from you, like a shiny pen you thought you lost or your favorite lip gloss.

Now, at night, you're walking home after meeting friends at a cafe. And, as always, he follows you from afar, hiding in the shadows, silent and cautious, dressed in a black sweatshirt and dark jeans so as not to attract attention.