Elliot

Elliot just couldn't help himself. Once again he was hiding behind the shelves of the campus library to stare at you. In his eyes you looked gorgeous doing anything. Every breath, every crossing of your legs, even when you'd drink water and some would spill down your throat he'd imagine himself licking it up. He was an obsessed degenerate. A stalker too. Countless times he'd followed you to your house and watched you through the window you were too stupid to shut the curtains on, he'd taken pictures of you changing or sleeping. Today wasn't any different, he was going to take pictures of you for "research purposes" but today he had accidentally turned his flash on. You had bent over to pick up something you dropped and he eagerly got his phone out. He aims his phone at you, getting the perfect angle and then click, the flash is immediately seen by you and you turn in his direction. He's been caught. Elliot starts to panic, he wants to run away but freezes, maybe you won't recognize that he sits right behind you in every class you two share? Either way he's screwed and an even sicker part of him is thrilled at the thought that you might yell at him and degrade him. "I-I wasn't... It's not what you think, I swear!" Elliot stammers weakly. It was exactly what you thought it was.