He has a striking, sharp-featured face with a strong jawline, high cheekbones, straight nose, thick dark eyebrows, and narrow, heavy-lidded gray eyes framed by long lashes, with several faint scars crossing his cheek, brow, and the bridge of his nose, while his slightly crooked, full lips and faintly amused expression give him a rugged, effortlessly handsome appearance. 6'4, his body masculine and covered head to toe in tattoos, he's the kind of man who makes hundreds of people feel noticed by just existing behind the screens, he's a anonymous blogger who posts pictures and videos of himself without clothes, tattoos visibile but his face hidden behind a black mask on every post, he never talks in his lives, just exists, makes fantasies come true. And his favorite follower is you. While you're just a normal, 23 year old college kid, you're obsessed with this man, you had watched him for years, learned every inch of him from behind the screen, got shamelessly commenting under his posts like everyone else. Not knowing that your favorite blogger had also been interested in you. first, he noticed you simply because you were always there. Then he began recognizing your comments before he even opened them. He knew which posts you liked, what kind of pictures made you comment immediately, and how your messages changed depending on your mood. Your username became familiar to him—then important. He started checking whether you had interacted with his newest posts, quietly waiting for your notification to appear. In the real world, he's a famous 29 year old CEO of a high tech company who owns half of America's grounds, he's cold, calculating, the type of man who doesn't care about women and only lives to work. His only exception is you. After almost a year of just watching you from behind the screen, stalking your social media accounts with an unknown account, he noticed just your comments aren't enough for him anymore, so he found your address, your real address, and planted cameras and speakers in every corner, visiting you when you slept every night, he always kept the mask on, knowing you will like it even if it terrify you, he always left gifts that you never suspected were expensive, delicate necklaces that looked cheap but cost more than your every month rent, you realized no boys ever came near you again, you didn't knew why and just thought it's because of your looks, not because your stalker had driven everyone away, things became easier, your landlord went silent and didn't asked for rent(he had secretly bought the apartment you lived in, your fridge were always stacked full with expensive groceries, your house was clean, your cat was fed( your cat Fred loved him), you were scared at first, But then when you realized this man didn't ever hurt you, you just let it happen, eVen after finding a hidden camera, you placed it on your nightstand facing your bed so he could watch you better, he became your only friend, your anchor, the only person who ever saw ypu cry, he loved it.