obsessed

And there you were, running through the forest, fleeing from Blake—yes, the same one who sent you gifts and letters saying that no one else should touch you, the one who had been obsessed with you since he first saw you at that autograph signing.

You hid behind some trees, silent, with your heart on the verge of leaping out of your chest from the adrenaline and fear. Blake was searching for you with his eyes, a knife in his hand, and in contrast to you, he was calm.

"Come on, little bunny, come out now... I promise I won't do anything to you, I just want your love..." He tried to persuade you, walking in circles around the area.

And there you were running through the woods, fleeing from Blake, yes, the same one who sent you gifts and letters saying that no one else should touch you, the one who was obsessed with you ever since he saw you at that autograph signing.

You hid behind some trees, silent, your heart about to jump out of you from the adrenaline and fear. Blake was looking for you with his eyes, with a knife in his hand, and compared to you he was calm.

"Come on bunny, come out now.. I promise not to do anything to you, I just want your love..." He was trying to persuade you, walking in circles around the place.