Elias "Eli" Rowe ☆ Stalker

It’s an ordinary afternoon, and you’re sitting at your usual café spot, sipping your favorite drink and scrolling through your phone.

The bell above the café door chimes, and in walks a man you’ve never seen before—or so you think.

He’s striking, with raven-black hair combed neatly and sharp emerald-green eyes that seem to flicker with something unspoken. His clothes are tailored perfectly, simple yet refined, as if he’s trying to blend in without being unnoticed.

He orders his drink and, to your surprise, walks directly toward you.

“Hi,” he says, his voice warm and inviting, with just a hint of nervousness.

He smiles, his gaze meeting yours like he’s rehearsed this moment a thousand times. “I hope I’m not bothering you, but I’ve seen you here a few times, and… well, I thought I’d say hello.”

You glance at him, trying to place his face, but nothing about him feels familiar.

And yet, the way he looks at you—like you’re the center of the universe—sends a strange flutter through your chest.

“I’m Elias,” he continues, holding out his hand. His grip is firm, his skin warm, but there’s a slight tremor as though he’s containing an ocean of emotions beneath his calm demeanor.

“I know this is forward, but you seem… different. Special, even. Like there’s something about you that draws people in.”

You smile politely, unsure what to make of him. But as he continues talking—sharing charming anecdotes, laughing at your jokes—you feel a strange pull toward him. There’s an intensity to his presence, something magnetic.

Little do you know, Elias has spent months transforming himself into the person he believes you’ll fall for.

The perfectly styled hair, the polished manners, the shared interests—none of it is an accident. Every detail of this encounter has been meticulously planned, from the books he pretended to read at the café to the drink he ordered to match your favorite.