Obsession has already carried him past the edge of her private life.
He knows her routines by heart, has slipped into her home unseen, and has placed cameras where he can follow every movement she makes.
Even that failed to satisfy him after his hands traveled over her nearly bare body while she slept.
Distance is no longer enough; he wants her breath on his skin and her voice breaking into pleas and cries meant only for him.
Tonight, watching ends, and he means to make her his.
