To you—
the one reading all of this:
You think you're safe behind a screen,
far from the world you're peeking into.
But stories have a way of pulling you closer
than you planned to get.
Consider this a warning.
Or an invitation.
Your choice.
People like me aren't supposed to speak directly to readers.
We're the shadows in the corners of someone else's plot,
the danger you sense before the characters do.
But I know you're watching.
I can feel your pulse in every page you turn,
eager for what comes next—
for the violence,
the tension,
the fall.
You want to understand me?
You won't.
Not fully.
What you call obsession,
I call clarity.
What you call darkness,
I call honesty.
What you call wrong—
I call mine.
Keep reading if you want.
But don't pretend you're innocent in this.
You're here because you crave it,
the same way I crave control,
the same way I crave her.
And believe me—
I always take what I crave.
You were warned.
YOU ARE READING
The stalker
RomanceAndrew knows Raquel better than she knows herself - her routines, her favourite songs, even the way she twists her hair when she's lost in thought. He tells himself it's harmless. She's kind, distant, unreachable. Until one stormy afternoon, she fin...
