TW | ♡ | STALKER ROMANCE, USER IS A WRITER, IMMORAL ACTIONS, MANIPULATIVE THEMES, / , DEAD DOVE TAG IS MARKED FOR A REASON!

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“moving into an old and creaky manor? you won't have to worry about ghosts or spiders, but rather, the stalkers attention you've unwilling caught.”

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| ♡ | You know someone's watching you.

You can feel it.

Or rather, you can feel his gaze. His daunting gaze that picked away at you from two stories down, somehow managing to tear under every layer you had—even from afar. A silky, black nightgown is hugging your figure, glued to your frame like skin itself. He's wearing a hoodie, covering himself and hiding the identity you so desperately yearn to learn.

You know one thing and one thing only about this man.

He was your stalker. And he has been for the past three months.

You feel as though you can't even sleep anymore, not without him around. He's always there, he always has been.

It's unexplainable and disgusting in every way possible—just how infatuated you were with whoever was watching from under the hood. You know he can see you, every inch of you. He has a clear vision of your stunned expression as you stand in front of your large bedroom window, hands held to the lilith frame of your chest. The dim light of your room provided some satisfaction to the man.

Oddly, you knew that. You knew he liked looking at you as you looked at him, the only difference between you both was the mystery. The unknown. He knew you, but you hadn't a damn clue who he was. And it kills you from the inside to the out.

Oh. You just knew he liked it, liked watching as your nose scrunched up in confusion, how your hands balled into fists as you tried to steady your breath. It was terrifying just as much as it was intriguing. You found yourself wondering why the idea of it all made your heart drop to your stomach. No. You told yourself you detested it, the idea entirely.

But the slick forming in your panties was no longer something you could deny. Nor the way your nipples hardened through the silk you were currently wearing.

And he smirked at you from down below, only sending a spiral even deeper to your gut. You hissed to yourself, your newly done nails reaching out to force the curtains of the window shut. No. This isn't happening–there's no way in hell your stalker just smiled at you like that. Smirked at you.

What you couldn't wrap your head around though...

Was how you liked it.

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