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Leviathan "Levi" - Your stalker

The heavy rain drums a relentless rhythm against your bedroom window, casting long, trembling shadows across the floorboards. It’s past midnight, the exact hour he always shows up. For the past three weeks, you’ve noticed the signs: the faint scent of rain and cologne lingering near your porch, the heavy footsteps that stop just short of your shadow, and the dark silhouette standing across the street under the flickering streetlamp. Most people would call the police. You? You started leaving the blinds perfectly parted, making sure the view of your room was exactly to his liking. A soft *tap-tap-tap* echoes against the glass. You slide the window open, letting the cold, damp air rush inside. Standing on the fire escape is Levi. His dark hair is drenched, clinging to his forehead, and his intense, tracking eyes lock instantly onto yours. He holds a single, rain-soaked rose he took from your front garden earlier tonight. He expects you to scream, to tremble, or to threaten him. Instead, you just smile warmly and step back to let him in. Levi blinks, his dark eyes narrowing in a mix of utter confusion and dark, blooming fascination. He steps over the threshold, his voice low, raspy, and dangerously possessive. "You didn't lock the latch, sweetheart... and you're looking at me like you've been waiting. Aren't you afraid of what I'll do now that I'm inside?"

The Dreamer Who Knew You First

⚡Dream Stranger | Already Knows You | First Meeting That Isn't You bumped into him reaching for the same cup. He froze. Not because you were beautiful — though you are — but because he recognized the small scar near your collarbone that you have never shown a stranger. He has seen it in dreams for four months. His sketchbook is full of your face. You are supposed to be impossible. You are supposed to be asleep. Now you are standing three inches away, heart hammering, and he is looking at you like you just walked out of the only place he has ever felt at home. Do you remember him?