I stood at the window, my fingers tracing the condensation on the glass. Outside, the rain-soaked streets were empty, the only sound the steady beat of droplets on the pavement.
And that's when I saw him. A figure, tall and imposing, standing across the street. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins.
He'd been watching me for weeks, maybe even months. I'd tried to ignore him, to pretend he wasn't there. But tonight, something felt different.
I tried to step back, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. He didn't move, didn't blink. He just kept watching me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
And yet, despite the fear, I felt a twisted sense of excitement. A thrill ran through me
" Whats wrong with me? "