𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊 || 𝐕𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

02

i stood in the shadows across the street, heart racing, as the light in the third-floor apartment flickered on. the warm glow spilled from the window, illuminating the darkened street for just a moment. it felt like a beacon, calling me closer, beckoning me to learn more about him.

his silhouette moved within the frame, pacing back and forth, completely oblivious to my presence. i leaned against the damp brick wall of the building opposite, the cold air biting through my hoodie but the chill didn't matter. all that mattered was him.

i reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, the screen lighting up in the darkness. with a few quick taps, i opened the camera app and zoomed in on the window. the image flickered but sharpened, allowing me to catch every detail of his movements.

he ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking off the remnants of the rain. the way he moved—delicate, almost graceful—made my breath hitch. he was beautiful—strikingly so. there was a vulnerability about him, wrapped up in the mundane task of drying off.

an urge to know him gnawed at me, to uncover the layers that lay beneath that facade. who was he? what secrets did he keep behind those delicate features?

minutes turned into an eternity as i stood there, my mind racing with possibilities. i imagined the life he led, the friends he laughed with, the dreams he chased. but they felt distant, like echoes of a world i could never touch.

suddenly, he paused and seemed to glance toward the window. my heart stopped. i couldn't breathe. the fear of being discovered gripped me, but curiosity outweighed it. would he see me? would he understand my fascination?

but he turned away, back into the depths of his room, leaving me in darkness once more. i exhaled, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. this was just the beginning. i needed to know more.

as the minutes stretched on, i contemplated my next move. i could wait until he fell asleep, slipping into the shadows of his life, or I could find a way to introduce myself. a part of me craved the thrill of the chase, while another part wanted to remain hidden, a silent observer.

i decided to wait. I wanted to see him in his element, to watch the routine that made him who he was. that sense of normalcy fascinated me, like a painting waiting to be admired.

after a while, i noticed him moving again. he was now in the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets, his movements fluid and graceful. i leaned in closer, captivated by the little details—how he bit his lip in concentration, how his brow furrowed slightly as he searched for something.

then, he pulled out a mug and filled it with steaming liquid. the warmth from inside the apartment seemed to seep through the window, creating a cozy contrast to the cold night. i imagined how comforting it must feel, how it warmed him from the inside out.

i felt a sudden pang of longing. i wanted to be that warmth for him, to be the one he turned to at the end of a long day. but I was just a shadow, a whisper in the night, lingering at the edges of his life.

as he took a sip from the mug, i saw a flicker of contentment on his face, illuminated briefly by the soft light. that smile—oh, how it lit up the room. i wanted to capture it, to hold onto that moment forever. it was a reminder that even in the darkness, there was beauty.

then, as if sensing something, he glanced back toward the window. my heart raced, and i stepped back into the deeper shadows. i couldn't risk being seen—not yet. not when I was so close to unraveling the mystery that was him.

tonight, i was just an observer. but tomorrow... tomorrow would be different. I would find a way to make my presence known.

like a nighthawk waiting in the darkness, I would soar through the night, drawn to my prey.

the night felt endless, but i was willing to wait. for him, i would wait.