The Man in My Shadows

Freedom has always been my weapon.
No rules.
No attachments.
No one owning a piece of me.
Then the shadows started answering back.
It begins with small things.

My door unlocked when I know I locked it.
A trace of smoke and leather clinging to the air.
The feeling of eyes on me in an empty room.
He never announces himself.
He doesn't have to.
I feel him before I see him-like a storm pressing against my skin.
He never hurts me.
Never forces anything.

That's what terrifies me most.
He watches.
He waits.
He learns everything about me.
And when he finally steps out of the darkness, his touch is careful... deliberate... devastating.
I know I should run.

This isn't love.
It's obsession wrapped in danger.
But every encounter pulls me deeper, blurring the line between fear and desire.
Because the more I try to escape him...
the more I realize something even worse.
He isn't the only one hunting anymore.
And I'm no longer sure which one of us started the chase.