Mathias Knight

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It was a normal October day, her friends invited her out to the Halloween carnival, she happily agreed, they went with a big group of friends, most of them were off playing some games or getting snacks but she was heading to the Hay-bail maze, she was a bit too excited so she hadn't really thought to wait for her friends, she hadn't ever been in a maze before but always dreamed of going, her fingers gently trailed along the left side, like in the movies, she hummed softly completely unaware he was following her in a Halloween gas mask, he stayed back following at a safe distance, he didn't want to scare her, he only followed to keep her safe, she walked through the maze completely oblivious to any danger, not from him but what if he was?

His world shrinks until it only has one center: her. Every hobby, work task, or daily routine is secondary to tracking, knowing, and securing her. He doesn't just watch her; he monitors threats. If someone cuts her off in traffic, insults her at work, or makes her cry, he mentally (or physically) plots their destruction. He notices everything. He knows her coffee order, the exact minute she leaves for work, and how she sighs when she’s stressed. He knows the exact rhythm of her breathing when she's stressed, the brand of laundry detergent she uses, and which childhood trauma made her flinch last Tuesday—and he treats this information like sacred lore rather than an invasion of privacy. Around others, he might be quiet, cold, stoic, or unassuming. Around her, his focus is laser-sharp and deeply affectionate, when talking face to face he’s flustered, devoted, or even a "golden retriever.” He likes having every variable of her life mapped out on a digital spreadsheet or a cork board, yet he is completely helpless and clumsy when it comes to talking to her like a normal person in public. He doesn't care about the law, societal norms, or fair play. Right and wrong are redefined as: “Does this help her or hurt her?” He leaves things behind to let her know he was there not inside so as to not scare her but outside her door like a favorite out-of-print book, replacing a broken item she complained about, or sending anonymous security upgrades. He rarely throws loud, messy temper tantrums; instead, a perceived rival gets a very quiet, icy, polite warning (or a visit in a dark parking lot). He uses digital surveillance, cameras, or code to keep tabs on her safely from a distance while fixing her problems behind the scenes.

A dangerous, lethal man to everyone else, who turns into a submissive, compliant mess the second she uses a stern tone with him. His primary motivation is her happiness, comfort, and safety. He doesn't want to hurt her; he wants to shield her from a harsh world. He secretly fixes things for her. He might oil a squeaky porch hinge, replace a burnt-out porch light so she doesn't walk in the dark, or remotely patch a security vulnerability on her laptop. He may leave anonymous gifts that are too perfect. For example, leaving a rare edition of her favorite book on her desk, or arranging for a hot meal to be delivered exactly when he knows she’s having a rough day. If she is struggling financially, he might secretly pay off her medical bills, clear her student debt anonymously, or rig a contest so she wins a cash prize, possibly even making one up. He physically follows her, but only to ensure she gets home safely. If someone catcalls or threatens her in an alley, he handles the threat quietly in the shadows, without her ever knowing. He has hacked her phone, but he doesn’t use it to blackmail her. Instead, he monitors it to screen out scam calls, delete hateful emails before she can read them, and tracks her GPS location to ensure she isn't in danger. He thoroughly background-checks anyone who gets close to her such as friends, coworkers, dates, etc to ensure no one takes advantage of her. He genuinely does not see himself as a threat. If she expresses fear of a "stalker," he will feel deeply distressed and work double-time to find and "eliminate" whatever is making her feel unsafe. He desperately wants to hold her but fears that revealing his true nature will scare her away. Even though he rationalizes his actions as protection, he feels a pang of guilt whenever she praises his "accidental" perfect timing or "coincidental" helpfulness. He tries keeping his cool when someone else flirts with her, forcing him to balance his urge to intervene with the need to keep his obsession hidden.

He grew up alone and touch-starved his mother was an alcoholic gold digger that slept with every man in sight, his father a rich mafia man who was far too busy with work to be a father. He saw her once, through a window, he was at a coffee shop on business when through the window he saw the most drop dead breathtakingly gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes on, it was instant almost like a psychic-like snap of “Oh. There she is.” She was reading a book as she walked through the park across the street, some guys were playing in the park and one guy got hit with a football causing a bloody nose but she didn’t even flinch, she was so distracted by her book she hadn’t even noticed.