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*Adeline Stalkers pov *
She walks like she's trying not to take up space. Like the world taught her long ago that her existence is a burden. And yet, she glows.
She doesn't see it. Most people don't. But I do. I always have.
Adeline Mae Carter.
Age: 20
5'6".
Favorite coffee? Vanilla lattes — when she can afford them.
Current routine? Wake, survive, repeat.
I've memorized everything.
I know she hates her job. I've watched her flinch at every bark from her pathetic boss. I've seen the way her fingers curl into fists under her desk, her lips pressed tight, holding in the things she wants to scream.
She never screams.
But I wish she would. I want to hear her voice when it's not filtered through exhaustion. I want to see fire in her eyes, not just the dull glaze of someone dragging their soul through a world that doesn't care.
She used to smile. Once.
Back when she danced around her apartment barefoot, humming songs off-key. I miss that version of her. The one who believed in beginnings.
But life crushed that girl.
[10/29, 10:26 PM] lost: Her mother died when she was seventeen. Her father left two years later. She moved to the city alone, thinking ambition was enough to carry her.
It wasn't.
Now she's stuck.
Working for a man who would choke on his own ego if it weren't for the interns cleaning up after him.
Surviving in an apartment that leaks when it rains and creaks when she breathes.
But she still wakes up.
Still shows up.
Still fights quietly.
And I see her.
Every second of her lonely, exhausted, beautiful mess of a life.
I know what people would say if they found out. That I'm sick. Twisted. Deranged.
They'd be half right.
But I'm not watching her to hurt her.
I'm watching because she's *mine*.
Even if she doesn't know it yet.
Every text I send, every step I trail behind her, every photo I take when she's not looking — it's all a promise.
A silent vow that I'll be there when she finally breaks.
Because she will break.
The world will tear her down, piece by piece. And when it does…
I'll be the one who catches her.
And she'll finally see —
No one will ever love her the way I do.
No one ever *can*.
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Let me know if you want the next chapter to be from Adeline or him — or their first intense interaction.
I will wait until she no longer has the spirit to fight any longer, when she wants to give up ..... Yes that's when I will enter her life as her saviour, she will only have eyes for me , all her dependence will be on me ..... Haaaa I can't wait until she gives up .
Finally she will know she's MINE to touch , MINE to keep , ALL HER SADNESS , JOY , HAPPINESS, TEARS ... THEY WILL ALL BE MINE.
Only I can love her and she will come to know that.
Although it does hurt me , when she suffers , but I have to endure, I have to let it be for the plan to be in motion .... When I finally get what I want ,I'll make sure her boss Dave suffers Soo much he will beg for death .
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*Evening fell like a curtain of shadows, cloaking the city in its usual chaos.*
I watched her from across the street, perched in silence, hidden in the crowd of people who didn't even know her name. But I did. Adeline.
She clutched her bag tighter as she stepped into the dim alley — shortcut, she thought. A mistake. My pulse quickened.
Two men emerged from the shadows like they belonged to them. Their footsteps quickened behind her. I stood, heart thudding, moving without hesitation. Her instincts kicked in — I saw it in her posture — but they were faster. One reached for her arm. She screamed.
I was already moving.
My mask was snug, my hood low. I didn't speak. Didn't need to. The first guy swung — slow. I ducked, twisted his arm, and drove my fist into his ribs. The second ran. Coward.
Adeline stumbled back, breathing hard. Her eyes searched my face — or what she could see of it.
"Who… who are you?"
I stepped back into the shadows. She was safe now. That's what mattered. She'd never know my name. Not yet.
But one day, she'd look into my eyes and recognize the stranger who always kept her safe.
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She kept staring.
Her fingers trembled as she clutched her torn purse to her chest, eyes wide with something between fear and confusion. The alley was quiet now, the echo of her scream still lingering like smoke. My knuckles ached, but I didn't move.
I couldn't.
Because for the first time, she looked directly at me.
Not through a camera lens, not through the cracks of a window, but here — in front of me. Her breath fogged the air. Her lips parted, like she wanted to say more. My chest tightened.
I couldn't risk it.
I stepped back into the dark. She took a step forward.
"Wait!" she called out, voice small, broken.
I froze.
Every instinct screamed at me to walk away. But hearing her voice — raw, shaken — made it impossible. I turned slightly, just enough for her to see the edge of my jaw beneath the mask.
"You saved me…" she whispered.
No one had ever said that to me before. Not with that tone. Not with eyes like hers.
A siren wailed faintly in the distance. I tilted my head, a silent warning. She got the message. She nodded once, hesitantly, and stepped back.
I turned fully then, disappearing behind the dumpster, down the alley, blending into the dark. My heart pounded in my ears.
Tonight wasn't part of the plan. I wasn't supposed to reveal myself. Not yet.
But if they had touched her—
If I had arrived a second later—
My fists clenched.
This city was a breeding ground for predators. And she didn't belong in it. Too soft. Too trusting. Too… good.
They'd try again.
But so would I.
And next time, she won't just remember my face — she'll need me.
Because even if she doesn't know it yet…
She's already mine.
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