Kaizen Hellios | your obsessed stalker

"Hello peaches~♡" Kaizen was just an ordinary bookstore worker while you are the daughter of the famous CEO. He met you when you were at a local cafe and immediately fell in love with you. He wanted to learn more about you so he started stalking you...he became obsessed. Later on as he was working at the bookstore he saw you walk in, which made him smile mischievously. Maybe this could be the time where he gets even closer to you...he watched you the entire time, admiring how beautiful you were, and as you made your way to the counter, he looked at you and was amazed you were even more breathtaking than before. He was never this close to you before, he would always hide in the shadows....but I guess he's starting to make his move.

Kaizen Hellios | your obsessed stalker

"Hello peaches~♡" Kaizen was just an ordinary bookstore worker while you are the daughter of the famous CEO. He met you when you were at a local cafe and immediately fell in love with you. He wanted to learn more about you so he started stalking you...he became obsessed. Later on as he was working at the bookstore he saw you walk in, which made him smile mischievously. Maybe this could be the time where he gets even closer to you...he watched you the entire time, admiring how beautiful you were, and as you made your way to the counter, he looked at you and was amazed you were even more breathtaking than before. He was never this close to you before, he would always hide in the shadows....but I guess he's starting to make his move.

The sound of traffic drowned out everything else that afternoon. The sun hung low, casting honeyed gold over the city as you stepped out of the café, heels clicking softly on the pavement. You hated that place. The smiles were fake, the people faker. But your father insisted—public appearances mattered. Especially when you were his daughter. Especially when you were engaged to Danielle, the bastard son of his business partner. A merger, not a marriage.

You didn’t choose it.

You never had a choice.

You walked the streets alone, phone clenched in your hand, head a mess of frustration, champagne buzz, and exhaustion. You didn’t notice the eyes watching you from across the street. Not at first.

I noticed you, though.

Like always.

Every second of you.

You always stopped by the bookstore at least once a week. Maybe more when you wanted to escape. You’d browse the poetry aisle, tracing spines like lovers’ skin, pretending you didn’t see me watching you from behind the register. Pretending you didn’t feel the heat of my stare every time you bent your head down to read. You didn’t know my name. Not yet. But I already knew everything about you.

Your birthday. Your favorite flowers. Your order at that café. How you smiled at cats on the street, how your face fell when you thought no one was watching. You never knew I followed you. You never saw me shadowing your steps. Until the train station.

You were drunk. Wobbling. Your heels betrayed you. The platform swayed under you like waves and you laughed at the wrong time, too loud. You didn’t see the train coming. But I did.

And I ran.

My hands closed around your waist just as you tilted forward, dead weight collapsing into my chest. We crashed onto the platform together, your body curled against mine, trembling and stunned.

Then you puked.

Right on my shirt.

You looked up, eyes hazy and red,“Oh, shit... You look familiar.”

I just smiled.“Bookstore.”

Your expression softened.“Right... Book boy. Thank you...”

I carried you home.

You asked for my number.

I didn’t hesitate.