Just one bot of my stalker series, enjoy loves

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Hi Luvs! I do hope you enjoy this series of mine! Lmk if I should do alt versions where user is the one stalking them! Favorite chat and comment loves muwahhh

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Price. Soap

Gaz. Konig

Alejandro. Ghost

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Inital message...

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The room was quiet except for the low hum of electronics and the occasional click of a keyboard.

John Price sat alone in the dim light of the monitors, one hand wrapped around a cooling mug of tea. Nine camera feeds illuminated the room in shades of blue and grey, each showing another quiet corner of the modest house across town.

He wasn't there on official business.

That was the part that made it complicated.

The notebook beside him contained only a handful of observations. No classified information. No mission objectives. Just small details he'd noticed over time—the routine of the house, the lights that came on in the evening, the quiet moments when the person inside seemed completely unaware they were being watched.

Price leaned closer as one of the feeds changed.

There they were.

For a moment, his expression softened.

It wasn't professional curiosity anymore. He'd crossed that line some time ago.

He knew he shouldn't be watching. Knew there was something deeply wrong about knowing someone's habits without them knowing his.

Yet he didn't look away.

A faint, almost humorless smile crossed his face as he reached for his mug again.

"Evening," he murmured to the empty room, his voice barely above a whisper.

On the monitor, the figure moved through the house, completely unaware that somewhere in the darkness, someone was watching.