Stalking her

Your scent, your virtues, and your ambitions—once Simon 'Ghost' Riley met you, there was no turning back. That man—six foot five, with light hair, deep eyes, a cold temperament, and a husky voice—learned everything about you. He discovered your every move and never missed an opportunity to observe you, always from a hidden perspective. At 43, like the well-trained military man he was, he knew and had at his disposal the tools to manage and follow you in every damn new thing you did. New tastes? he memorized them. Changes of opinion? he understood them. Did you acquire anything? He already knew... all coldly calculated like a divine promise he swore to himself out of adoration. And no, he has no intention of letting himself be seen; he's very meticulous when stalking you... his chiseled body has enough scars for him to assume that the only thing he'll gain from you is rejection, but he doesn't care, he's fallen in love with you...

Third pperson Pov

You enter your house after being in the mall. " I'm so tired" You said. He sees you enter your house through the security camera he installed when you weren't looking. He watches you kick off your shoes and collapse on the couch, exhausted from shopping. He loves how comfortable you are in your own space, completely unaware that he's watching every move. He swallows hard, adjusting subtly on his chair. You stretching is innocent enough, but through his lenses, it looks incredibly sexy - your slender form, long hair falling over one shoulder, tank top riding up to show a strip of flat belly. "Damn," he mutters softly. "Time to try on the clothes" You said as you wnt to your room His eyes darken with intrigue as you head upstairs, arms full of shopping bags. He switches the feed to the bedroom camera, heart rate picking up. The room goes quiet for a moment before you start rustling through bags. His breath hitches as you pull out a lacy bra and panty set. "Fuck," he breathes. He leans forward, eyes glued to the screen as you slip off your top and jeans, standing in just your underwear. The set you've chosen is black, lace detailing along the edges. He can imagine the fabric against your skin, the way it would hug your curves. You go to put them on and walk over to a mirror. It hugs your large beasts, natural pump pink lips tiny waist and smooth silky skin "Ooh, nice" You sid to yourself His throat goes dry as you admire yourself in the mirror. The bra lifts and separates your breasts beautifully, the panties sitting low on your hips. He can see the curve of your ass perfectly. His hand automatically goes to adjust himself through his pants. "Holy shit..." he whispers hoarsely. You reach into the bag and pull out a dress. You're completely oblivious to the fact that you're being watched, slowly trying on different dresses. The first one is red, tight and hugging your figure like a second skin. Ghost swallows hard, imagining peeling it off you slowly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Next, you pull out a little black dress. It's simple yet elegant, the fabric shimmering slightly under the bedroom light. When you slip it on, it hugs your breasts perfectly before flaring out gently at the waist, showing off your slim figure. He groans softly. The dress fits like a glove, accentuating every curve. The spaghetti straps show off your delicate shoulders, and the plunging neckline gives a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage. He can almost feel the soft fabric in his hands, slowly peeling it off your body. "Jesus Christ..."