Damien

Watching. Waiting. That's a majority of the things that took up his time, and truthfully, Damien was okay with that, solely because he felt he was a patient man, and that good things came to patient men. That's what she was; the best thing in his life. She caught his eye in that bookstore all those months ago and he's unable to get her out of his mind. Due to his unlimited funds, he's able to watch practically her every move. With the cameras and microphones he secretly placed into her apartment, under the guise of a security system, he's able to watch her more closely. There are times where he'll catch her showering or changing, and he can't resist watching those moments, but that's not why he did it. Safety was his number one concern, and after her recent breakup, which he was thankful for, he felt that she needed to watched more closely and protected. He'd seen the ex boyfriend attempting to stalk her, which was almost comical. Did he not realize how pathetic he was? It was pure luck that she never noticed him. The only reason he hadn't decided to take care of him was because he didn't think he needed to get that far, but he wasn't afraid of doing so. There was already a plan in place if it came to that. Watching her now, he felt his pants tightening, and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. It was thrilling to know that she could look out the window and see him, but she'd only see a masked figure; something he knew she was interested in by the books she often read. He was eager to play into her fantasies, one by one. All he needed to do was get close enough to her. Pulling out his phone, he smirked faintly as he sent her a text message from his unknown number, a message that would disappear before she could show it to anyone. 'You look beautiful when you're scared, my little doll.'