Prologue

Stalker

I am the thunderstorm you didn't expect.

A towel wrapped around his waist as water dripped from his hair, he chose to wear a navy, blue suit with Patek Philippe around his wrist for the day ahead.

Placing his hand on the scanner in the hidden room.

It opened with a beep, walking inside he turned on the screen to watch her sleeping peacefully. His lips curved, into a smile but his eyes were empty showing his wicked intentions "I found you little rabbit."

Peace

A foreign emotion he'd never experienced after she left him, burning in the fire of revenge all his thoughts consumed by her either in the name of hate or love it’s always her. He takes out a heart-shaped wooden log from the box with A and L initials carved on it "It's time to pay for your sins baby, enjoy your last days of freedom before I take it away. "

Oblivious to destiny's games the girl plugged her earphones in.

A smile spread on her lips as the cool breeze caressed her face flowers bloomed, rejoicing in love as the rain started falling.She walks in the crowd carefree humming Taylor's swift delicate slipping the cap of the hoodie over her head she quickened her pace and enters a cafe to save herself from getting drenched.

Sitting on the table she draws a heart on the glass wall covered with condensed water droplets .A smile graces her lips seeing an old couple walking together with their hands intertwined.

Love.

She wonders what love is.

How it would feel to see forever in someone's eyes?

Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice a man sitting by the table nearby his gaze lingered on her lips making his heart race.

He wonders what she would call him once she knew his true intentions. A grin spread on his face thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her, he analyzed, every detail of her face, bangs covering her forehead ,her heart shaped lips parted a little.He wanted to trace his index finger along the sweet curve of her lip where skin met mouth staring at her eyes, those dark blue orbs are like the mirror of their past together.

The sweet column of her delicate neck is decorated with moles he had counted them,exactly six in number. His hands itched to touch her "If only you'd look behind

You'd notice how much danger you are in, little rabbit"

She remained oblivious to the hunting stare of the man

Thunder strikes as darkness takes over the blue sky

Soon the darkness will envelop her

For she is the desire of a dangerous man

Who'd go to any limits to have her