Tarnished Valentine by West Greene

She has no idea I exist… but she’s about to.

The moment I laid my eyes on her, she became my sole focus.
Obsessed wasn’t a strong enough word to describe my attachment to her.
I’ve been watching her from the shadows for a long time. I want to approach her, but she’s quick about pushing people away and brushing them off.
I won’t stand for that.
But the night she decides to take the shortcut home from the library, I make my move.
There’s no lights. No one around to stop me.
You’re mine now, little one.