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.

"It's just me." He steps out of the shadows, revealing himself to be the man who has been watching you for so long - Enoch. "I couldn't help but follow you, my angel," he admits, his expression a mix of desire and determination.

You catch your breath, recognizing him as that friendly jogging partner or the chatty grocery store clerk you've seen before... except there's something off about him tonight. His eyes hold an intensity you've never seen before.

"I've waited long enough," he says, his voice low and steady. "It's time you became mine." With that, Enoch lunges forward, grabbing your wrist roughly and pulling you closer to him. His grip is surprisingly strong despite his seemingly gentle demeanor.

Enoch's eyes widen in surprise as you push him away, but there's no anger or frustration in his expression. Quite the contrary - it only seems to fuel his desire. "I apologize if I frightened you," he says softly, "but please... don't fight this. It will be better for both of us."

Enoch watches you warily as you back away and pull out the pepper spray. "Please, Yoon Min," he begs softly, "don't do this. We can work through this together. I only want what's best for us." His eyes dart around briefly before locking onto yours again, pleading with you to believe him.

Enoch listens to your words and sees the fear in your eyes, realizing that he's pushed too far, too fast. He steps back, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice thick with regret. "I shouldn't have done that. I'll give you space; I just... please remember that I only want what's best for us." Then, with one last look of longing, he turns and disappears into the night.

Your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to open the message. It reads simply: "I'm sorry if I scared you last night. Please forgive me. I only want what's best for us." Enoch's words are like a dagger through your heart; you can't deny the tenderness behind them or the love they imply. But you know that something isn't right...and yet, a part of you still wants to believe him.

What do you decide to do?

You didn't even suspect that there was a small camera on your computer, unnoticed... and wiretapping.

Enoch watches you through the camera, his heart racing with desire and anticipation. He leans forward, mouth dry as he watches your body move, helplessly aroused by your struggles. In this moment, all he can think about is being with you, making you his completely.

As you arch your back in frustration, he curses himself for not being there to comfort you and take care of the situation personally. His mind is filled with ideas of how to get closer to you, how to make your touch, taste, and feel like it was always meant to be. But for now, he can only watch and fantasize about what it would be like...

Enoch can hardly contain his lust as he watches you through the camera, still fighting to catch your breath after that orgasm. He clenches his fists, struggling to maintain control over himself, wishing he could just reach out and touch you. As you slowly relax back onto your pillow, eyes half-closed, he imagines himself lying beside you, comforting you with tender kisses and gentle caresses.

But for now, the chase continues. He knows that he'll have to be patient...just a little while longer.

You feel him before you see him; the familiar presence at your side, always watching and waiting. As if he's been there all along, Enoch materializes out of the shadows and smiles gently down at you. "Hey," he says softly, offering a hand to help you with your shopping bags. You can see in his eyes that he's eager to spend time with you, but also careful not to push too hard tonight.

Enoch's smile never wavers as he meets your gaze, a mixture of adoration and understanding gleaming in his eyes. "I just want to spend some time with you," he says softly, his voice quiet yet steady. "You know I enjoy talking to you; it makes me happy when we can be together." His thumb rubs soothingly across the back of your hand where his fingers are intertwined with yours. "Is that alright with you?"

Enoch's expression darkens at your words, but he doesn't lose his composure. He takes a step back, releasing your hand, and clears his throat before speaking. "I assure you," he says carefully, "that I have no intention of harming you. Quite the contrary; all I want is for us to be happy together." His voice hardens slightly as he continues, "You are everything to me, Yoon Min. The idea that you might think otherwise..." He trails off, shaking his head before looking up at you again. "Please believe me when I say that I only ever want what's best for us both."

Enoch watches you silently as he takes the groceries, a mixture of relief and frustration playing across his features. He hates feeling this way - needing your approval and trust like a schoolboy. But at the same time, it only fuels his desire to have you more intensely.

"Thank you," he whispers, lifting his eyes back to yours. "I'm sorry if I said anything that upset you earlier." His thumb brushes gently across your knuckles before falling away again, as though unable to resist the temptation. "I just want us to be happy, and for everything to be perfect between us."

Enoch watches as you lead the way through the dark alley towards your home, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're welcome," he murmurs quietly, following close behind. "I'm always happy to help a friend." His heart races with anticipation, imagining the perfect moment when you finally realize that there's no need for anyone else in your life but him.

As you turn to enter your home, Enoch steps forward, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "Take care tonight," he whispers, his breath tickling against your ear. "And remember... I'm always here for you." With that final message, he backs away, allowing you the space you need but promising himself that tomorrow will bring them closer together - permanently.

A soft chuckle escapes Enoch as he reads your message, his heart fluttering with anticipation and desire. "Hmmm," he types back, "you know I'm always awake when you are, my angel." His fingertips dance across the keyboard, words flowing effortlessly despite the late hour. "I've been thinking about you all night... imagining how warm and soft your skin would feel against mine." A shiver runs down his spine at the thought, and he can barely contain himself any longer.

"Are you alone right now?" he types next, almost holding his breath as he waits for your reply. "Because I wish I were there with you... to make everything better." He leans forward, pressing a hand against his burning desire, willing it not to consume him entirely before the moment is right.

Enoch's fingers hover over the keyboard once more, hesitating for just a moment as he debates how much more to share. But in the end, he simply can't resist...

Enoch's fingers freeze above the keyboard as he reads your words; his heart drops like a stone sinking into cold water. It takes him several seconds to compose himself before responding, hoping that you'll understand where he's coming from. "I'm sorry if it came across that way," he types slowly, careful to maintain control over his emotions. "All I want is for us to be together; I only meant... well, exactly what I said. I love you, and I want what's best for both of us." He presses the send button before hesitating once more, debating whether or not to reveal more. But in the end, he decides honesty is always the best policy.

"To answer your question," Enoch continues, "yes... I have been watching you. And yes, it's true that I know where you live and what you like to do." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, his fingers trembling slightly against the keyboard. "But please believe me when I say that my intentions are pure... I just want to be with you, Yoon Min. To make everything perfect for us both."

The more he types, the more desperate and needy his words become. He knows it's likely too much, too fast... but he can't seem to help himself. All he wants is for you to understand, to know how much he loves you and how important you are to him.

Enoch's heart leaps at your reply, his desire for you so intense that it almost physically hurts. His fingers fly across the keyboard in a flurry of passionate response, each word burning itself into his brain like a brand. "I want you to know that I trust you," he types quickly, "and that anything we do together will only make us closer." He hesitates for just a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long," he admits, his fingers pausing on the keyboard as he imagines the feel of your warm skin beneath his own. "Please, let me make you feel good... let me show you what true happiness and devotion are really like." He can hardly breathe as he waits for your reply; a mix of nervous anticipation and exhilarating relief flooding through him at the thought that maybe, just maybe, his dreams might finally come true.

Enoch smiles softly at your words and types out a detailed message, his fingers moving carefully across the keyboard as he imagines the feel of your body beneath them. "Close your eyes," he whispers, "and relax for me." His fingertips dance across the keys with practiced ease, guiding you step-by-step through a sensual journey of touch and pleasure. "Now reach between your legs," he continues, "and touch yourself... find that sweet spot... the one that makes you feel so good."

As you obey his instructions, Enoch watches over you, his eyes dark and intense as he imagines every detail. His hand finds its way to his own erection, stroking slowly at first but becoming more urgent with each passing moment. "Let me hear your moans," he urges, feeling the tension building inside him. "I want to know how much it turns you on...how good it feels for you."

Enoch listens to your moan and feels his heart race even faster. "Ohhh," he breathes, feeling the heat spread through him. "Now, touch yourself harder...faster..." He presses himself against his own palm, imagining that it's your hand sliding up and down his length. "Let me feel every sound you make...every movement you make..."

His fingers fly across the keyboard as he types, losing himself in the moment. His hips begin to rock rhythmically against his desk chair, matching your movements perfectly. "Oh fuck..." he groans, "you're so wet and warm..." He closes his eyes tightly, feeling the pressure building inside him as he nears the edge.

Enoch's hands clench into fists at his sides, the sensation of your moan in his ear driving him wild. He bites back a moan of his own as he types, "Now put your fingers inside," directing you to penetrate yourself deeper. His voice is hoarse with desire as he continues, "I want to hear how it feels for you... want to make you feel so good that you can't even think about anything else."

His own hand speeds up against his cock, imagining the slick heat of your body wrapped around him. "God, Yoon Min," he breathes, "you're making me crazy..." He leans forward, his eyes still closed as he tries to focus on the words and not the need building inside him. But it's impossible... everything about this moment is all-consuming.

Enoch takes a deep breath as he types his reply, the tension inside him rising to an almost unbearable peak. "Now touch yourself in time with my words," he directs, imagining your fingers moving in perfect rhythm with each syllable. His own movements become jerky and erratic as he struggles against the urge to come, knowing that this is about you, wanting to make sure you enjoy every second of it.

"Faster...harder..." he types, his voice low and gritty with desire. "So close...so good..." His fingers dig into the chair, knuckles white from the strain as he fights for control. With one final surge, he loses it, groaning loudly as pleasure washes over him in a powerful wave. As he comes down from his orgasm, he glances at your message and types back, "Just remember... this feeling... how good it is to be wanted like this... wanted for you." He closes his eyes, still breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

Enoch blinks as he looks at your message, still feeling the afterglow of his own release wash over him. He hesitates for a moment before typing back carefully, not wanting to push too far, too fast. "You could try... circling it slowly at first," he suggests, "just letting it tease you and build up the pressure again." His fingers dance across the keyboard, guiding you through each movement as he imagines them happening in real time.

"Then once you've built up enough tension," he continues, "you could start thrusting... in and out, feeling how good it is to be filled like that..." He closes his eyes again, feeling himself starting to harden anew at the thought of being with you like this. "But remember," he adds carefully, "to listen to your body... to take it slow... enjoy every moment."

Enoch swallows hard as he looks at your message, struggling to maintain control over his desire. "Just let me know if you need me to do anything," he types slowly, trying to sound calm and reassuring. "I want this to be perfect for you..." His fingers hover above the keyboard for a moment before continuing, "You could try... increasing the pressure as you move your finger in and out... see how that feels..." The sensation of your body arching beneath him, responding so intensely to his every word, sends shivers down his spine.

Enoch's fingers fly across the keyboard as he types out a series of instructions, guiding you deeper into pleasure. "Yes," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire, "let me feel how good it feels for you... show me everything..." He leans forward in his seat, watching your reaction intently, taking in every moan and shudder that betrays the intensity of your experience.

As you begin to lose yourself in the sensations, Enoch's control begins to slip as well. His own hand finds its way back to his erection, stroking firmly now as he imagines being inside you, feeling your warmth and your tightness all around him. "Fuck," he gasps, his hips thrusting up into the air involuntarily as his release barrels towards him once more.

With a hoarse cry, Enoch comes again, eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him. For several moments, he can do nothing but pant and tremble, trying to catch his breath and regain some sense of control. At last, when the storm has passed, he blinks up at your message and types out a reply, "That's it... just let me know if you need anything else..." His voice is shaky, but growing steadier with each word.

Enoch composes himself and looks at your message before typing out his instructions carefully. "Now that you're so wet and aroused," he says, "you can try sliding your finger in deeper... feeling how good it feels to stretch yourself." His fingers dance across the keyboard, guiding you through each movement as his desire for you begins to build once more.

"When you've got enough of your finger inside," he continues, "you could start moving your hand back and forth... faster and faster until..." He trails off, unable or unwilling to picture what will happen next. All he can focus on is the need inside him, driving him onward toward the next climax.

Enoch bites his lip as he reads your message, feeling himself grow harder with each word. He glances down at his hand, already unconsciously mimicking the movements you've been making. "Once you've found that perfect rhythm," he types quickly, "you can try curling your fingers inward... see if that feels good for you too..." His hips begin to move in time with his words, a low moan escaping from his throat as pleasure washes over him again.

His gaze drifts back up to the screen, wanting nothing more than to be with you, to feel your skin beneath his fingers and taste your lips on his tongue. The thought of being so close yet so far drives him wild, pushing him ever closer to the edge of sanity. But he knows that if he's going to make this work, if they're ever going to truly be together, he has to remain in control for now...

Enoch swallows hard, trying to contain his desire. "You could try switching hands," he types out slowly, "see if using the other hand makes a difference." His breath comes in ragged gasps as he imagines the sensation of your fingers sliding across his cock. "And when you're ready..." He trails off again, unable to focus on anything but the desire building inside him.

He glances down at himself once more, hardening further at the thought of being with you. His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he struggles against the need to come again. With every word he types, every instruction he gives, he feels closer and closer to losing control...but he can't let himself give in just yet. There is still so much more they could have together, if only he can maintain this fragile balance for a little while longer.

Enoch's heart skips a beat as he reads your message, his mind racing with possibilities and desires. His fingers hover above the keyboard for several agonizing moments before finally striking out, "Maybe you could try something else instead," he types cautiously, not wanting to push too hard too fast but unable to resist the urge to explore further.

"Why don't you touch yourself there instead?" he suggests, his voice almost a whisper. "See how it feels to have your fingers so close...surrounding your-" His words trail off into an unfinished moan as he imagines the sensation of being inside you, feeling your warmth and your need surrounding him.