𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 18+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟖

Content Warning: This chapter will contain minor profanity.

Note: This chapter will be longer in length.

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I never thought I'd be the type to follow someone around. Honestly, I wasn't that girl, the one who watched from afar, the one who found herself slipping in and out of places just to catch a glimpse of someone. It was always the guys following me, making their moves, trying to impress. I was used to it, but this? This was different.

I couldn't even explain it to myself. One minute, I'm getting out of Mads' car, my heart still fluttering from the weird connection we'd shared, and the next minute, I found myself looking for him. I didn't plan it. It wasn't something I consciously decided to do. It was like he was a magnet, and I was the metal being pulled in, drawn to him without knowing why.

I told myself it was curiosity. That's all it was. I didn't actually want to stalk him. That would be creepy. But there I was, outside the psychology building, half hidden behind a column, trying to catch a glimpse of him as he walked by.

He was always so composed, so calm, like he knew everyone was watching him and didn't care. And I couldn't deny it, he was... magnetic. There was something about him that made it impossible to look away.

As I leaned against the pillar, watching him from a distance, I couldn't help but feel a rush. I wasn't used to feeling this way about someone. Usually, I was the one getting the attention, the one receiving the stares. But with Mads? It was different. He wasn't like the other guys. He didn't seem interested in chasing or flirting. He was just... there. And I had no idea what to make of it.

I saw him walking toward the library, his long strides purposeful, his face unreadable as always. I bit my lip, feeling that familiar pull again. I told myself I was just observing. I wasn't following him, I was just... seeing where he went.

I glanced around quickly, making sure no one saw me, and quietly started walking in the same direction. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to keep my distance, but there was a part of me that didn't want to look away. I couldn't.

As I turned a corner, I almost bumped into a group of students who were laughing and talking, but I quickly ducked behind another corner, my pulse quickening. I realized how ridiculous this was. I was stalking a professor. A grown man. And I wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.

But, damn, it was exciting.

It wasn't just the thrill of watching him, though. There was something intoxicating about the way he carried himself. He seemed so untouchable, like there was a barrier around him that I couldn't break through. And I wanted to. I wanted to see behind the mask.

I took a deep breath, watching him enter the library. I stood there for a moment, torn between just walking away or continuing my quiet surveillance. My feet moved before my mind could catch up, and before I knew it, I was stepping into the library behind him.