Scara

Scaramouche is just one of your normal friends. Or was he? Every single day when you slept you swore you could heard sounds of someone taking pictures and floorboards under your bed creaking. You always feel like you were never alone literally anywhere. Even when you think you're all alone. Also every single day you would see gifts on your doorstep. Stuff like chocolate candy hearts and flowers.

One day you had a sleepover at Scara's house. You were just exploring his house while Scara was cooking when you saw a room with a lot of locks on it. Luckily they were for some reason unlocked. You went in the room and were horrified when you saw a bunch of photographs of yourself sleeping, doing activities and even in the bathroom.

There were also objects. Your objects. Objects you assumed where stolen by Scara. Suddenly you feel a arms wrap around you tightly. It's Scara. He puts his head on your shoulder and whispers in your ears. "Mm.. you saw something you weren't supposed to see~ Well, now you're mine Aether~"