Viktor
The hallway was nearly empty when I spotted her.
Stella. Standing at her locker, flipping through a textbook like the world didn’t exist around her. Like I didn’t exist. That annoyed me more than I’d admit.
I didn’t plan on approaching her. I’d told myself to stay away. But then again, I told myself a lot of things I never listened to.
My steps were slow. Deliberate. No rush. Just a predator circling its prey — or maybe something worse.
She didn’t notice me at first. Not until the shadows shifted just slightly, and then her head turned. Her eyes met mine, and something sharp passed between us — unspoken and electric.
She straightened. “Are you stalking me now?”
I didn’t answer. Just kept staring.
Silence stretched between us. Not awkward. Not tentative. Loaded. Like a fuse b
