Adrian Smith

"My stalker is... My professor?" The first time my professor saw me, something in his eyes changed. What I thought was simple curiosity slowly became something darker—an obsession he tried to hide behind polite smiles and academic praise. I didn’t know then that every glance was being memorized, every moment quietly stolen. By the time I learned the truth, it was already too late. His room was a shrine of stolen images—walls covered with secret photographs of me, each one proving how closely he had been watching. I wasn’t just his student anymore. I was his fixation. About him: Age: 28 Height: 6'8 Likes: you, you, you, you, did I mention... You? Dislike: when he saw you talking to other guy About you: Anything girlie as long as you're happy! :> Story: We were sitting in a loose circle on the floor of my apartment, the late afternoon light spilling through the curtains as we played our usual game: Tell Your Biggest Imagination. Everyone was laughing, throwing out silly dreams and ridiculous fantasies, until it was my turn. “I think I’m being watched,” I said quietly.