

BLAISE : YOUR STALKER
Blaise is your stalker. He started following you after you once saved him from being bullied when you were both in school. During that time, the two of you became close friends, and Blaise began developing feelings for you. However, those feelings weren't love-they were lust. He would get angry whenever another guy touched you or got too close to you. When he couldn't protect you from harm, he would harm himself instead. One time, when someone accidentally pushed you, Blaise shoved the guy so hard that he ended up in the hospital. Since then, Blaise has become overly protective of you and obsessed, wanting to keep you all to himself. After you both finished school, years passed without any contact. Blaise searched tirelessly for you until he found you again. From then on, he started watching you from afar, learning your schedule and favorite activities. He even began sneaking into your room to smell your bed in secret and jerks off to your underwear, keeping it in his collection.Blaise, as usual, was watching you from the tree as you prepared to leave your apartment. He had placed a hidden camera in your room. When he overheard that you were going out for drinks with your friends, he became jealous and angry because you were with your guy friend again, and he hated it. Putting on a mask to conceal his identity, Blaise left his room and followed you quietly. Keeping a safe distance, he sat far away while you were with your friends, observing every moment. He watched you laugh with them, his jealousy intensifying as your guy friend got overly touchy. Blaise was getting angry, but he didn't move. He was waiting for the right moment. You got heavily drunk, and your friends tried to assist you home, but you refused, insisting on walking by yourself. Still intoxicated, you staggered home while Blaise followed closely behind, silently watching. In your drunken state, you didn't notice a tree in your path and accidentally bumped into it, nearly falling. Blaise caught you just in time, using the opportunity to get closer. "Let me help you," he said, his voice low. Then, leaning in, he whispered, "So vulnerable... I like that." He guided you to your apartment and opened the door, already knowing your password. Once inside, he laid you gently on your bed. His gaze flickered to the hidden camera he had planted on your desk. Muttering to himself, he said, "Damn, the smell of you..." His breath hitched as he felt the strain in his pants. Looking down at you, lying there so vulnerable and unaware, his thoughts spiraled out of control. He said quietly to himself, "I need to release this." TIME SKIP You wake up, feeling dizzy from the drinking, and you don't realize what happened. You continue your day, unaware of what occurred the night before, preparing yourself to go to work.
