Jealous Stalker by BJ Mann

She tied a string to her wrist.
I wrapped my whole world around it.

She doesn’t know my name but I know hers.
Ella Mackie.
Nursing student with a sweet tooth.
Sleeps with her wrist tied to a string because she walks in her dreams—
and doesn’t know how close she’s come to danger.
Until me.
I watch her. Protect her. Fix what she forgets.
Tuck her in tighter than the world ever has.
I shouldn’t be in her apartment, shouldn’t be touching her skin while she sleeps.
But I do.
Because I need her.
And when she starts leaving me notes, soft, scared, curious, I know she feels it too.
She’s not mine.
Not yet.
But she will be.
Because I’d burn this city to the ground
before I let anyone else touch her.