Julia POV
The messages began innocuously enough. You looked so beautiful today, Julia. I can’t stop thinking about you, he wrote late one night, his words appearing on my phone with a chill that made my skin crawl. I read it in the glow of my bedside lamp, heart pounding with apprehension.
The next message came only minutes later. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to notice me. The way you smile, the way you move—I see it all. I think about it every night. My breath caught. I could feel the intensity behind the words, the way this stalkers fixation was growing.
His tone shifted with the next text. You deserve someone who really sees you, Julia. Someone who can make you feel things you’ve never known. I want to be the one to show you. There was a heavy implication in his words,
