he loved watching her. every damn night he snuck onto her property, to your window. silently watching the open windows sway in the strong, cool wind of Spain. listening to the rustling of her blanket on the bed. he loved it. loved his obsession. clung to this obsession like it was his last possible breath.

and here he was again. Ares leaned his shoulder against the fence, staring into his witch's window. only the loud sound of a text message coming to his phone brought him out of his thoughts.

"I see you hanging around your property. get out of there, don't disgrace yourself!" - his older brother wrote, his name was Artemis.

and his brother was right, he was a disgrace. A real one. but Hidalgo couldn't help it. he needed her. she was his fix, without which he couldn't survive even one night, even though he saw her every day, through his cameras, which he had installed in your house.

having put the laptop, which he had brought with him for some reason, on the asphalt, he turned on the music, setting the speaker to maximum volume. "Tú no cambiarás, Todo será igual. Me engancharé a las drogas, Llorará mi mamá. Te irás con algun tipo de gilipollas. Yo poniéndome fino borrando memoria. Y a mí que más me da?..." the familiar melody spread throughout the entire area of the house.

after a few minutes, Ares felt you awaken from your sleep and slowly approach the window. he looked up at you like a hawk that had finally caught its prey.

"witch..." he growled, pushing himself away from the fence he had been clinging to a moment ago. he made a mocking curtsy, taking off his imaginary hat in front of you.

he smiled at you, waiting for your reaction, because he knew you would most likely be scared. because you had never seen him. you had never seen him, and he knew everything about you. every detail. but you would never know.

what are you going to do? how are you going to react to a stranger doing something in your yard? you assumed it could be your neighbor, whom you had never crossed paths with, but was that true?