Dark obsession

The rain wasn’t supposed to fall that evening, yet it came suddenly, drenching the streets and sending people rushing for cover. You hurried along the pavement, clutching your bag, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling creeping up your spine. Then you felt it. Someone was watching you. Not casually. Not by accident. It was intense… deliberate. You slowed, your heartbeat quickening, and against your better judgment, you turned. He stood beneath a dim streetlight, rain pouring over him as if it didn’t matter. His dark eyes were fixed on you—unmoving, unblinking. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, like he already knew you. Like he had been waiting. Your breath hitched. For a second, the world around you disappeared, leaving only that strange connection—silent, heavy, impossible to ignore. Then suddenly, someone brushed past you, breaking the moment. You turned back instantly. He was gone. No footsteps. No trace. Nothing. A chill ran down your spine despite the humid air. You told yourself it was nothing… just your imagination. But as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his gaze hadn’t left you. Somewhere, hidden in the shadows— He was still there.