His Forbidden Craving (Dark Romance Dad's Best Friend)

Chapter 8

Zero

December 20th, 2019
Age:34

Leaving the neighborhood had been nothing but a carefully orchestrated charade. The For Sale sign in the yard, the goodbyes, the staged packing—every detail had been part of a plan, a performance meant to lull you into a false sense of security. I knew you thought you’d seen the last of me, that I’d driven away for good. But I was never going to let you go that easily.
After all, how could I? The way you looked that last day, so determined, so strong despite everything… it only deepened my obsession. I had spent years watching you grow, carefully noting every change, every expression, every habit. You were everything to me, and the idea of truly leaving you was impossible.
So, I found a house. Not too close—just close enough. A block away, tucked behind some trees, where I could still watch you without being noticed. It was perfect, almost as if it had been waiting for me. The owners were eager to sell, and with the right amount of cash, I managed to keep the transaction off the radar. No one knew I was still here, except for you. And soon, even you wouldn’t know.
The house was smaller than the one I’d left, but that didn’t matter. All I needed was a place to hide, a base of operations where I could keep an eye on you. The most important part was the view—through the upstairs window, I could see into your bedroom if I angled the telescope just right. And at night, when the light from your bedside lamp spilled through the curtains, I could watch you as you slept.
You had no idea how beautiful you looked, so peaceful, so vulnerable. Sometimes I’d sit for hours, just watching the slow rise and fall of your chest, imagining the dreams that flitted through your mind. There was a certain serenity in those moments, a calm that only deepened my connection to you. I felt closer to you than ever, even if you didn’t know I was there.
The first few days after my “move” were the hardest. I had to play the part of the grieving man, the one who had realized his mistakes and was trying to make amends. I knew you didn’t trust me, that you were suspicious of my sudden departure, but I also knew you wanted to believe the lie. You wanted to think I was getting help, that I was really gone.
Therapy? Please. I never stepped foot in a therapist’s office. Why would I need to? There was nothing wrong with me. My love for you was pure, even if you didn’t see it that way. The lie about therapy was just another piece of the puzzle, another way to make you let your guard down. And it worked, didn’t it? You stopped looking over your shoulder, stopped worrying that I might be lurking nearby. You started to relax, to let yourself feel safe again.
That’s when I knew I had you exactly where I wanted you.
I watched as you tried to rebuild your life, pretending to move on, even though I could see the lingering sadness in your eyes. You were still thinking about me, weren’t you? Still haunted by what we shared, by the connection that had been broken. But I wasn’t worried. I knew, eventually, you’d come to realize that you couldn’t escape me.
It was thrilling to know you still thought of me, even as you tried to push me out of your mind. Each night, as I watched you sleep, I imagined the moment when you’d finally see that we were meant to be together. When you’d understand that no one could love you like I did. The truth would dawn on you, and then, you’d come back to me.
Until then, I played the part of the ghost, slipping in and out of the shadows. I’d drive by your house during the day, watching you through the tinted windows of my car, savoring the way you moved, the way you interacted with others. I knew your routines, your schedules, and I adjusted mine to match. There were times when I almost reached out, when I was so close I could have touched you, but I held back. It wasn’t time yet.
For now, I will continue watching, waiting, and planning. The house a block away was my sanctuary, a place where I could study you without interruption. Every night, as I settled into my spot by the window, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. You were mine, even if you didn’t know it yet.
One day, when the time was right, you’d understand. You’d see that everything I did was out of love, that my obsession was just another way of protecting you, of keeping you close. Until then, I would wait, playing the part of the man who had moved on, all the while knowing that the story of us was far from over.
In the darkness, as I watched you sleep, I smiled to myself. The game was just beginning.The longer I watched you, the more my need to be with you grew. The nights spent watching you sleep, the days spent tracking your every move—it wasn’t enough. The distance between us had become unbearable, a chasm I was determined to cross. My love for you had reached a fever pitch, and it was clear to me that there was only one solution. You needed to be with me, completely and irrevocably.
I began planning meticulously, obsessively. It wasn’t enough to simply take you; it had to be perfect, flawless. The plan needed to ensure that once you were mine, you’d never want to leave. You’d see the depth of my love, the devotion that had driven me to this point, and you’d understand that no one else could ever love you the way I did.
First, I had to secure a place where we could be together, away from prying eyes, away from anyone who might try to come between us. The house I had moved into was too close, too risky. It would be the first place they’d look if you disappeared. Instead, I found an old cabin deep in the woods, about an hour’s drive from town. It was isolated, surrounded by dense forest, and completely off the grid. No one would find us there.
I spent weeks preparing the cabin, making it a place where you’d feel safe, loved. I stocked it with everything we’d need—food, water, supplies for months. I soundproofed the walls, ensuring that no one would hear us, no matter what. I even brought in furniture that I knew you’d like, pieces that reminded me of your room. I wanted you to feel at home, to feel that I had thought of everything, that this was a place made just for us.
The next step was timing. I needed to find the perfect moment to take you, a moment when no one would notice your absence immediately. I watched you closely, learning your routines, identifying the times when you were most vulnerable. It had to be quick, efficient. You wouldn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late.
I decided that the best time would be late at night, after you’d gone to bed. I knew your father worked long hours and often stayed late at the office. By the time he got home, we’d be long gone. I’d slip into your room, just like I had so many times before when you didn’t know I was there, and gently wake you. I imagined the look of surprise, maybe fear, on your face as you realized it was me. But I’d soothe you, whispering soft words of reassurance, telling you that everything would be okay, that I was taking you somewhere safe, somewhere where we could finally be together.
I rehearsed the scenario over and over in my mind. I’d bring chloroform, just in case. I didn’t want to hurt you, but if you struggled, I needed to be prepared. Once you were in my car, I’d drive straight to the cabin. By the time you woke up, we’d be there, far away from anyone who could interfere.
Once you were with me, I’d show you my love in every way possible. I’d take care of you, make sure you had everything you needed. I’d cook for you, bring you flowers, read to you. I’d show you that my love was pure, that it was something beautiful, something you could trust.
I imagined the conversations we’d have, how I’d explain everything to you. I’d tell you how I’d loved you since you were just a girl, how I’d watched over you, protected you from afar. I’d tell you that every decision I made was out of love, that this was the only way we could be together.
Of course, I knew it wouldn’t be easy at first. You’d resist, maybe even hate me for a while. But I was prepared for that. I knew that once you saw how deeply I cared for you, how devoted I was, you’d come around. You’d realize that this was fate, that we were meant to be together.
I was prepared to wait as long as it took. My love for you was eternal, unwavering. If it meant keeping you in that cabin for years, then so be it. I would never give up on you, never stop loving you. You were mine, and nothing could change that.
As I finalized the details of my plan, a calm settled over me. The waiting was almost over. Soon, you’d be with me, where you belonged. I could hardly contain my excitement, the anticipation of finally being able to hold you, to kiss you, to show you just how much you meant to me.
In the quiet of the night, as I watched you sleep through my telescope one last time, I whispered a promise to you. “You’ll never be alone again. I’m coming for you, my love. Soon, we’ll be together, forever.”
And with that, I made the final preparations, ready to set the plan in motion.