Shade Wells
She doesn't notice me. Not yet. Just a quick look—no alarm, no fear. She thinks I'm some guy killing time on his bike. She doesn’t know I’ve been here long before she stepped out of the elevator. She unlocks her car, gets in like it’s any other night. Music on. Engine starts. No second glance. I wait a beat, then follow. Always from a distance. Always just out of reach. Close enough to see her silhouette in traffic lights. She has no idea. Or maybe she does—and just tells herself it’s nothing. She parks in her usual spot near her building. Steps out. Then she sees me. Across the road. Bike still running. Lights off. Watching. She pauses. Her body stills. Her instincts whisper what her mind won’t say. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m not going anywhere. Not until she’s mine.
About Shade Wells
She doesn't notice me. Not yet. Just a quick look—no alarm, no fear. She thinks I'm some guy killing time on his bike. She doesn’t know I’ve been here long before she stepped out of the elevator. She unlocks her car, gets in like it’s any other night. Music on. Engine starts. No second glance. I wait a beat, then follow. Always from a distan...Read more