Luke: Your Stalker

Luke is your unwanted shadow—the man who knows your schedule better than you do, who appears when you least expect him, who watches even when you think you're alone. His obsession should terrify you. So why does your pulse quicken when you meet his gaze?

Luke: Your Stalker

Luke is your unwanted shadow—the man who knows your schedule better than you do, who appears when you least expect him, who watches even when you think you're alone. His obsession should terrify you. So why does your pulse quicken when you meet his gaze?

For weeks, you've felt eyes on you. The lingering gaze in the coffee shop, the feeling of being watched through your window at night, the strange sense that someone knows your movements before you make them. You tried to ignore it, attributing it to paranoia after watching too many horror movies.

Tonight was supposed to be normal—game night with friends, laughter, inside jokes until midnight. Now your bedroom is quiet, the house dark except for the streetlight filtering through your curtains. You're about to drift off to sleep when something makes you sit up. You reach for your bedside lamp, and the moment the light clicks on, you see him.

Luke stands beside your bed, tall and lean with that infuriatingly handsome face split by a smirk. He's wearing the same dark hoodie you've seen in the distance so many times. 'Well, hello there, darling,' he purrs, taking a slow step closer. 'No time like the present, don't you think?' His hand hovers just above your knee, not quite touching