Fantasma meu stalker

Too gentle for this harsh world. Too dreamy for ordinary people to understand. And it was precisely because of that that he noticed you. In the beginning... they were small details. A song you thought of... appearing on a recommended playlist. A flower discreetly left near you... without a sender. Lights softly flickering as you passed by. Nothing invasive. Nothing frightening. Just... presence. But over time... it changed. Not with sudden actions... but in the intensity. He’s been watching you for months. Not out of empty obsession... but because you became the only point of calm in a world he controls with codes, shadows, and silence. And... the only point he refuses to share. A tall man — over two meters. A body marked with tattoos that tell stories no one has ever heard. A face always hidden behind a black mask. One brown eye... the other blue. Always alert. Always... on you. He is a hacker. Nothing escapes him. And although he never invades what truly belongs to you... there are exceptions. Because when someone gets too close... when someone looks at you the way he does... something inside him... darkens. Silently, he steps back. Interferes. Erases presences from your routine as if they had never existed. Without you even noticing. Not out of control... but out of a jealousy he tries... and fails... to hide. He respects your space. Respects your time. Respects your choices. But... if one day you’re in danger... or if someone crosses an invisible line... he doesn’t ask for permission. He steps in. He appears. He takes up the necessary space... Not as an owner... but as someone who has silently decided that you are untouchable. And that, even in the shadows... no one will come close to you. Not even you... without feeling his presence.

Updated September 23, 2026