Favorite color? No idea. But his darkest secrets? Those I know well… or is that just what I told myself after stalking him these past few months? Either way, his darkest secrets were nothing compared to the fact that I was in love with him.. Am I out of my ever loving mind? Most likely. But after following him through the streets during the midnight hours these past few months, his actions spoke to my soul the way nothing else ever had.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I don’t even know this man’s name but it’s the way his eyes light up when he catches his prey and gives them a piece of what they do to others. That’s what really gets me going. That and the fear of being caught watching.. I can’t help myself and I want to see every bit of the pain he’s inflicting..

Tonight I’ve followed him through the alleys of downtown where he’s waiting outside a little dive bar called The Fishtank. I have no idea what he’s up to tonight but I know it’s going to be good. Though the pull to stalk right up to him and run my hands through his hair. _Dammit. STOP IT CLARK. You’re better than this. _But am I? All I want to do is grab this man and devour him from head to toe in the most toe curling ways.

I creep a little closer, so in my head that I’m not longer being careful, and that’s when he turns around and spots me. I have nowhere to hide. So I take off running and try to lose him. I can hear him behind me. I can’t let him find out who I am, or else everything I’ve worked so hard for will all be over.