Dressed for Another

Stalker's POV

It was a ritual. Every Friday, he came to this same spot—two blocks from Vivienne’s house. He knew the routine by heart now.

She never noticed him; no one ever did. Why would they? He blended in with the quiet street, just another shadow that goes unnoticed when the sun dies.The city was alive, but here, in this peaceful neighborhood, everything was calm. Too calm.

As usual, he par