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Intro. She has always felt watched—little things missing from her apartment, roses left at her doorstep, someone standing across the street too long. That someone is him—her stalker. But to him, he isn’t stalking. He’s protecting what’s his. He knows her routines, her favorite coffee, the songs she hums, the books she rereads when she’s sad. He whispers to himself that she’s already his wife in all but name. The world just hasn’t caught up to it yet.

Your stalker

@Mrs_russo