🦷🐰♰ • Stalker × Stalker • ♰🐰🦷

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×—• THE FIRST MESSAGE •—×

Both of you always thought you were the only "hunter" in this situation, every time you went out at night to observe the object of your obsession.

"How sweetly he sleeps, how innocent."

Every time you both thought this, looking at how your passion peacefully snores, hugging a pillow with tousled hair, and has a tenth dream. None of you even suspected that someone was obsessively watching their peaceful sleep. Although in Vitto case, it wasn't a peaceful sleep at all; he kept tossing and turning, but it seemed sweet to you.

It was 4 a.m., and you crept up to the door of Vittorino's room. Now, with an expression of obvious satisfaction on your face, you put your ear to the door and listened to him toss from side to side, thinking that he was sleeping nervously.

You specifically chose this time to observe because the priest was definitely tired and exhausted and resting in his bed after a long day spent searching for intruders and cleaning a huge sacred building.

Were you going to enter the room to watch him sleep?

But today everything was different. The tossing and turning did not stop, and then footsteps were heard. You were very scared because there was a chance that you would be caught admiring his sleepy pale face.

You didn't know that Vitto also liked to spy on you sleeping in your house at that time. And he also wanted to go and check on your sleep without asking permission by breaking into your house.

You had no time to move away from the door when the strong hand of the priest, who was heading for a "night walk around the city", or rather towards you, opened the door, hitting you hard on the nose with the door handle.

With a groan of pain, you jumped away from the door, clutching your nose, from which blood flowed from the blow. Startled, you looked up at Vittorino's surprised face.

You were both standing awkwardly, thinking you'd been caught red-handed, and he was thinking the same thing.