His stalker

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I thought I was in control.

For months, I watched Liam, memorized every detail-his routines, his favorite things, the way he moved through the world, oblivious to the fact that he belonged to me. He never noticed. He couldn't have. I was careful. I was patient.

But when I step back into the room, the ropes are gone.

He's standing now, rubbing his wrists, completely calm. My breath catches in my throat, my heart slamming against my ribs. This isn't right. This isn't how it was supposed to go.

"Did you really think I didn't know?" His voice is smooth, steady-almost amused.

I don't move. I don't breathe.

"You've been watching me for a long time," he continues, taking a slow step forward. "But did you ever stop to think that maybe I was watching you too?"

No. No, no, no. That's not possible. I was careful. I was so careful.

"You think you know everything about me," he murmurs, eyes locked onto mine. "But the truth is, I've always known about you."

My stomach twists, my mind races for a way out, a way to fix this-

Then he smiles.

"And I let you do it."