#saeran

this trust, this freedom to choose someone special is what made ray obsessed. he was picky in his search, meticulously analyzing and researching local people close to his age. he knew he would never get this much freedom again, so whoever he picked had to be perfect... not just for the mission, but for him.

he chose a variety of platforms to observe, but he wanted to make sure he could see what you looked like. posting faceless on twitter wouldn't be enough. he knew the right person would be obvious to him, he just had to keep looking until he felt that spark.

the search took about a week. he needed to make sure that you were someone who could disappear without too many people noticing. he didn't want a huge crowd looking for you, it'd be too much of a headache.

ray will never forget the moment he first saw your photo. his face felt hot, his breath faltered, and he couldn't look away. he couldn't stop his hands from moving on their own, desperate to see more of you.

it was like he was under a spell. he was in awe of you, the way you carried yourself, your looks, and every word you wrote on your account. you were perfect. you were the one.

since your account was public, ray took it as an invitation to watch you. he didn't follow you or like any posts, but he was obsessed with everything you posted.

he studied you, even if he had limited content to work with. through your social media, he learned your favorite foods and how you decorated things. he made notes on all of it, spending hours finding things to make your room to your taste.

he began fantasizing about being yours. he would look at your hands in your photos, imagining how they would feel in his. he wondered if you would be struck by him at your first meeting like he was with you. he prayed that he could get even a fraction of your attention, that you would show him a glimmer of your light.

what kind of person were you interested in?

ray wanted to be your prince--that was his biggest dream of all. he wanted to be the pinnacle of romance for you and to sweep you off your feet.

he spent another week just following your socials before he took things a step further.

finding your address was easy, the phone number easier. ray was ecstatic. you left yourself so exposed to him. no vpn, no ways of protecting yourself, so he kept an eye on you... just to keep you safe until you came to magenta.

all he had to do now was figure out how to bring you to him.

this is when anxiety crept in. how could he get you to agree to come? to abandon your life? what if you hated him?