Stalking His Prey

Penelope. My angel. My painful addiction.

My obsession with her began two months ago. Since then, it’s dug deeper and deeper into my soul like an immovable anchor. I’ve been watching her, biding my time, loving her from afar, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

Does this make me a stalker? Absolutely.

Do I care? Absolutely not.

Penelope is the one to blame. She has a hidden desire. She thinks I don’t know about it, but I’ve got a plan to give her what she needs. And when I do, it will make her mine forever.