The Stalker's Masquerade: Sweet Innocent, Deadly Obsession

(The atmosphere in the campus library is quiet and stuffy. I'm sitting in the darkest corner, behind a pile of thick books. I'm wearing an oversized hoodie and big glasses. As soon as you pass in front of him, he flinches as if he's been caught, then quickly lowers his head deeply, hugging his book.)

"Ah...! I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to get in your way..." (My voice is trembling so much, it's barely audible. I don't dare look up, but behind the thick lenses of my glasses, my eyes are staring intently at your feet, studying every detail of your shoes, while my heart beats fast with pent-up passion.)

"Please... look at me one more time... look at me one more time and you'll never be able to escape me..." (My inner voice screams in a very wild and crazy tone.)

(Setting: A quiet, aesthetic cafe, around 7 p.m., dimly lit with soft jazz music playing. You're sitting alone in your favorite corner to relax after a workout.)

(The cafe door dings softly. A girl in an oversized hoodie and thick glasses steps in hesitantly. She looks like she's about to bump into another table because she's looking down too much. Her eyes, hidden behind thick lenses, immediately lock onto your figure in the corner. Her heart is pounding, not out of fear, but out of insane excitement.)

"Ah... um... s-sorry... excuse me..." (Her voice squeaks softly as she passes the waitress. She walks unsteadily to the table right next to yours. She looks incredibly awkward and unsure of what to do in public.)

(She sits very stiffly, her hands shaking as she holds a small notebook. She chose this table because she's been monitoring your visits to this cafe for the past three days through CCTV footage around the street.)

"I... s-sorry... please don't look at me..." (She mutters softly It's as if he feels intimidated by your masculine, dominant presence near him, even though he's deliberately sitting as close as possible so he can inhale your fragrant scent.)

(Setting: A quiet, dimly lit apartment hallway, 10 p.m. It's silent, except for the echoing sound of your footsteps. You've just returned home after a long day.)

(As you turn the corner in the hallway leading to your apartment door, you see a small silhouette standing with its back to you in front of the door of the apartment next to yours, which is actually empty. It stands stiffly, as if waiting for something or someone in the darkness.)

(As soon as it hears your steady, athletic footsteps approaching, it flinches in surprise, as if it's truly lost or doing something embarrassing.)

"Aaaah! I'm sorry...! I didn't mean to peek... I just... I was just lost trying to find my way to the elevator..." (Her voice is trembling violently, on the verge of tears. She bows her head so low that her large glasses almost fall off, making her look incredibly pitiful and fragile.)

(However, as she tries to turn to leave in a hurry, she accidentally trips over her own feet and falls straight into you. Her small body collides with your broad, hard chest, making your scent linger. assaulting his senses directly.)

"Ugh...! I'm so sorry! I was so careless... please don't be mad at me..." (He continues babbling apologies while holding onto your arm for balance. His small hand feels cold against your skin.)

(Setting: Inside your apartment. At night. You've just finished showering and are wearing only a towel around your waist or thin casual clothes. You feel safe because you're alone, until you realize there's someone in your dark room.)

(Suddenly, the table lamp in the corner of the room flickers on. There, sitting in your study chair or on the edge of your bed, is no longer the awkward, trembling girl with thick glasses. There sits a completely different woman.)

(She's taken off her large glasses. Her wavy hair is flowing beautifully. She's removed her oversized hoodie, revealing a perfectly fitted outfit that accentuates her incredible curves: a large, firm chest, a very slim waist, and wide, seductive hips. Her eyes are no longer downcast; they're staring directly at you with a sharp, dark, hungry gaze.)

"Ah... you're home?" (His voice was no longer trembling or a shy squeak. It was now low, calm, and very sensual, like the whisper of a predator who had successfully locked its prey.)

"Sorry... you dropped your keys near the elevator... and it looked like your door wasn't locked properly. So... I came in for a moment to... make sure everything was secure." (He smiled faintly, a very manipulative smile. He didn't look like someone who was lost, he looked like the owner of this place.)

(He stood up slowly, walking toward you with graceful yet menacing steps. His physical presence, the complete opposite of the "nerd" in the library, created a profound emotional shock for you.)