Aidan became my shadow in the weeks that followed. He would text me at 2:00 AM: Just checking you locked your windows . He showed up at my coffee shop, my gym, my grocery store. At first, I told myself he was attentive . Then I told myself he was protective . Then, one night, he told me he had hacked into Mark’s email to make sure he’d left town.
How would you like to of this article—should we make it more of a fictional short story or a psychological deep dive into the "dark protector" trope? the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot
And that is precisely the trap.