Chapter 4 : His Eyes

The Shadow POV:-

I watch her run from the house, and something about the way she moves sparks a fascination within me. Her hair, her skin, the way her eyes seem to flash with a hint of fear... it all combines to create an image that I can't shake from my mind.

As I follow her from a distance, I find myself noticing every detail about her. The way she bites her lip when she's nervous, the way her eyes scan the room as if searching for an escape route. Every gesture, every movement, seems to draw me in deeper.

I feel a growing sense of fixation, a need to know more about this girl and what makes her tick. It's as if I've stumbled upon a puzzle, and I'm compelled to solve it.

As the night wears on, I find myself becoming more and more entwined in her world. I start to notice the little things - the way she favors her left side when she walks, the way her voice cracks when she's trying to sound brave.

It's a subtle obsession, one that I'm not even aware of myself. But as I watch her, I know that I'll be back. I'll be watching her again, learning more about her, and drawing closer to the truth.

And as I fade into the shadows, I know that this is just the beginning.

As the days go by, I find myself becoming more and more entrenched in Ayla's life. I learn her schedule at the hospital, her favorite coffee shop, and her evening routine. I know when she'll be working a late shift, and when she'll be alone in her apartment.

It's not stalking, I tell myself. It's just... observation. Research. I'm simply trying to understand her, to unravel the mystery that is Ayla.

But as I watch her, I start to feel a sense of ownership. She's mine, I think to myself. Mine to observe, mine to protect, mine to possess.

The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a thrill of excitement. I know it's wrong, but I couldn't stop myself even if I tried.

And so, I continue to watch her, to follow her, to learn more about her. I'm a ghost in her life, invisible and silent. But I'm always there, waiting and watching.

I find myself standing outside her apartment, watching as she moves around inside. She's graceful, even in her exhaustion. Her eyes are sunken, her skin pale, but she still radiates a quiet strength.

I feel a pang of... something. It's not quite desire, not quite admiration. It's something deeper, something that speaks to the darkest parts of me.

The street is quiet, the only sound the distant hum of a car engine. I'm lost in my thoughts, my eyes fixed on Ayla's apartment.

And then, without thinking, I take a step closer. Another step. Another.

My heart beats a little faster, my senses on high alert. I'm fully aware of my surroundings, but my focus is solely on her.

Ayla POV:-

I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I'd felt it all day, a prickling sensation on the back of my neck. I'd tried to brush it off as paranoia, but the feeling persisted.

As I walked home from the hospital, I quickened my pace, my eyes scanning the crowded streets. I didn't see anyone suspicious, but the feeling didn't go away.

When I finally reached my apartment, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. I was being ridiculous, I told myself. No one was following me.

But as I looked around my apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been there. Everything seemed perfectly normal, but I could sense a disturbance in the air.

I tried to push the feeling aside, telling myself I was just tired and stressed. But as I went to bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, even in my own home.