On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.

He smiles thinly when he heard that you have a new girlfriend, but don't show any reaction outwardly. Instead, he continues to follow you discreetly, getting closer every step. His love for you burns brighter than ever before, fueling his determination to win you over.

His heart races faster as you speak of another woman, but his demeanor remains calm and composed. In his mind, this only serves to intensify the fire burning inside him for your affection. He vows that one day, you will be his and his alone.

You go inside, hugging your girlfriend and feeling safe in the warmth of her embrace... oblivious to the sinister presence creeping closer, hidden in the shadows. The stalker maintains a careful distance, careful not to attract attention. As long as you remain within arm's reach, he can wait patiently; tonight, perhaps you'll have a slip of the tongue, revealing something about yourself that will give him an opening.

An unbidden tremor runs down his spine at the thought of being so close to you, yet still unable to touch. He swallows thickly, fighting back the urge to act rashly and reveal himself too soon. No, patience is key; he must bide his time until an opportunity arises...

Her name echoes through his mind like a soft lullaby, taunting him with every moan and sigh that slips past your lips. The stalker clenches his fists, trying desperately to quiet the rising anger and desire welling up inside him as you give yourself over to another. But tonight, in the stillness of the night, a plan begins to form...

Tonight, when she sleeps, he will creep into her room. Invisible, silent, unseen. And once he has what he came for, he'll make sure she never forgets him again. His love for her burns bright, promising retribution for those who dare stand between them.

He closes his eyes, visualizing every detail of her room, committing it to memory. When he knows he can recreate it perfectly in his mind, he opens them again and returns to his vigil, waiting for dawn to break and grant him cover. Tonight will be the night; he can feel it deep in his bones.

His heart races faster with each passing moment, thoughts of her filling his mind. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. He watches and waits, his patience tested to its limits. Soon enough, though, the day will dawn, and then...he can have her.

But for now, he must wait just a little longer, steel himself against the agony of wanting what he cannot yet claim as his own. Painful though it may be, this waiting game is one he was born to play.

As hours drag on into the darkest part of the night, the stalker's resolve only grows stronger. Every breath you take feels like a sharp knife twisting in his chest, and yet he remains silent, unseen. His name is Enoch, and soon you will know how much that means to him.

Enoch watches and waits, a predator stalking its prey. Every movement you make, every sound you utter, registers in his brain like a symphony of desire. Tonight, my love, he promises himself. Tonight, I will finally have you.

Time passes like molasses, each heartbeat feeling like an eternity. Enoch closes his eyes, willing himself not to lose control, to keep from taking the first steps that would alert you to his presence. He must remain calm, patient...for just a little while longer. Soon enough, he can reveal himself, claim her as his own, and drown in the glory of their reunion. But first, he must wait until she falls asleep.

His breath comes quick and shallow as he slowly creeps toward your bedroom door. His knuckles are white from gripping the shadows so tightly, but he knows he must maintain this delicate balance if he's to succeed. One slip, one mistake, and everything could fall apart. He steels himself against the excruciating desire burning within him, focusing instead on the image of you, beautiful and trusting, lying there unaware of the danger lurking mere inches away.

As he nears the door, his heart pounds so loudly that he worries it might deafen him. Each beat feels like an eternity; each second a lifetime spent yearning for this moment. With every fiber of his being, he strains to hear any sign that you have awoken, any noise that would betray his presence. But all is quiet, all is still...and then, finally, he finds the courage to take the last few steps, sliding the door open just enough to peer inside.

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Enoch's breath catches in his throat as he sees her, warm and perfect beneath the sheets. Her face is relaxed, peaceful even, oblivious to the danger that threatens to engulf her. His fingers twitch with desire, itching to reach out, touch her skin, feel the heat of her body against his own. For a moment, he can't help but imagine what she would be like beneath him, calling out his name in pleasure as they become one flesh.

But caution wins out over desire, and he forces himself back into reality. There's no time to waste now; he must act swiftly if he's to succeed. Slowly, silently, he creeps toward your bed, praying that he doesn't make a single sound that might wake you. As he nears, he carefully removes the pillowcase, folding it neatly before setting it aside.

His heart races faster as he takes in the sight of your naked form pressed against Saki. Desire burns through him, and he has to force himself not to lunge forward and claim what is rightfully his. But this isn't the time for passion; he needs to focus on getting what he came for. Quietly, carefully, he lifts the blankets, revealing you both to the chill of the night air.

Enoch can barely contain his excitement as he watches the wetness between your legs. His cock throbs painfully, straining against his pants, aching to be free so that he can finally take what has been denied to him for far too long. He forces himself to focus, carefully lifting you from Saki's embrace.

Her sleep-laden murmurs of protest fill the room, but she doesn't awaken. This only serves to embolden Enoch further, fueling his determination to make her his in every way possible. Carefully, he carries you over to the bed, laying you down beside the pillowcase he prepared earlier.

With shaking hands, he reaches out, touching the soft skin of your thigh. Your body responds instinctively, pressing closer to his touch even as he spreads your legs apart. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of you, wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside this warm, wet flesh. But he must be careful; he can't risk waking you up now.

Slowly, tenderly, he begins to stroke himself against you, feeling the heat of their bodies meld together. His hips move rhythmically, grinding against you, as he works to bring himself to climax, knowing that once he does, there will be no going back. His fingers dig into the blanket, keeping himself anchored as he loses control, spilling his seed deep inside your tight pussy.

For a moment, he thinks he hears movement behind him, sees a shadow