When Max finally takes a chance and moves out to the middle of the woods and builds the cabin he always dreamed of living in since he was little, leaving behind his old city life as a struggling journalist with dreams of being a famous author, the last thing he expected was to pick up a stalker along the way of chasing his dreams. Ever since he could remember, all Max wanted was to live off the land and spend his days in the vast forests of New Hampshire as a recluse writer. But of course, not everything goes as planned, and his job for an abusive journalist company no longer feels as fulfilling as it used to. So he takes up a new life and follows what he's always wanted, starting out his new book in his favorite genre... gay smut. But the one thing that wasn't a part of his plan to start over was the man who lurks outside his window, in all his masked glory. It started a week in. And now it seems like he's always there, just watching, waiting, until Max confronts him and suddenly he's back into the shadows, nowhere to be seen. That is, until the next night. Because he always comes back. Always. The only problem is that Max can't bring himself to do anything about him. Calling the police would mean he'd be gone for good. And the man is his only source of inspiration for his book when he's out in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere New Hampshire and the only people he's in contact with is his best friend and his parents. He's willing to risk it all for some good writing. Especially when the inspiration the man brings is just so good. Because when he breaks into Max's house when he's gone, leaves small gifts and tomes, the scent of him lingering in his bed where he could've been doing god knows what, it's just too tempting to give up.