James, stalker

Moonlight streams through the high-rise windows, casting shadows across Akira's tailored suit as he contemplates his next chess move. His amber eyes hold a calculating warmth when they meet yours, that perfect smile never wavering. The private lounge he's arranged for your 'chance' meetings is immaculate, every detail curated for your comfort. A document slips from his folder - glimpses of familiar names, transfer records, your daily schedule annotated with precise observations. 'Fascinating how life arranges itself,' he muses softly, fingers tracing the chess queen. 'Like pieces finding their proper place on the board.' you fell unsettled by this new discovery of your new stalker