Y/N's POV
"That thief sent me a message?!" 😱
My phone buzzed in my hand, the screen lighting up with a notification from an unknown number. My heart pounded as I hesitated before clicking on it.
???: "Ah, my angel, I miss you!! By the way, stay away from all guys, okay? Or I'll kiss you~" 😚
I stared at the message, my stomach twisting in unease. My fingers hovered over the screen. Should I call the police? But… he hasn't harmed me or anything… right? 😑
No, I shouldn't just ignore this. Maybe I should tell James. Yeah, he'll definitely know what to do. 🤔
Before I could make up my mind, another message appeared.
???: "I knew you wouldn't reply to me!" 🙁
I clenched my jaw. Yeah, and I never will. So stop messaging me. 😒
Suddenly, my phone vibrated again—this time, it was a call. My breath hitched. My hands trembled slightly as I stared at the screen. Unknown Caller.
Oh no! What should I do now?! Don't pick up, Y/N. Just don't pick up! 😣
The phone rang and rang until it finally stopped. I exhaled in relief, only for another message to pop up immediately after.
???: "Please answer my call, angel. I just want to hear your voice." 😚
My patience snapped. What is his problem?! Why won't he leave me alone? I decided I'd had enough. My fingers moved on their own as I typed back.
Y/N: "Look, Mr. Thief, I'm not going to pick up your calls. So stop calling me, or I will report you to the police. Got it?!" 😠
I hit send and waited. A few minutes later, another message arrived.
???: "My angel, you're not going to do that. You don't have proof, so don't try to be smart. Besides, I never harmed you, remember? I just want to talk to you." 😘
I gritted my teeth and decided to ignore it. This guy was seriously messed up. If I don't reply, he'll eventually stop, right?
I tossed my phone onto my bedside table and crawled under the covers, too exhausted to deal with this any longer.
Later That Night...
A strange sensation stirred me from my sleep.
Something was moving on my bed.
Too tired to fully wake up, I brushed it off. Maybe I was dreaming. I pulled the blanket over my head and snuggled deeper into my pillow.
Then—
RING! RING! 📱
I groaned, blindly reaching for my phone. Without thinking, I answered the call.
Y/N: "Umm… hello?" 🥱
No response. Just breathing.
My sleep-fogged mind struggled to process it.
Y/N: "Hello…?" 😵
Nothing.
I sighed and ended the call, rolling over to sleep again.
RING! RING!
My eyes snapped open. Not again.
Annoyed, I grabbed my phone and answered.
Y/N: "Hello?" 😵
Silence.
I cut the call again.
RING! RING!
Frustration flared inside me. I sat up and practically yelled into the phone—
Y/N: "ARE YOU DEAF OR WHAT? HUH?!" 😡
A deep, amused chuckle echoed through the speaker.
???: "My angel… I'm your idiot thief." 😘
My breath caught in my throat.
Y/N: "What are you— WAIT. WHAT?!" 😱
I fumbled to check the caller ID, my fingers shaking. My stomach twisted into knots when I confirmed it was him.
Why did I pick up the call?! You idiot, Y/N! 😓
???: "Okay, don't hang up. I called because I wanted to tell you something important. Please listen to me, okay? Are you there, angel?" 😅
I clenched my jaw.
Y/N: "Fine. Tell me, then leave me alone." 🙄
He chuckled again.
???: "We'll talk about that later, okay?" 😘
I rolled my eyes.
Y/N: "Just hurry up! I want to sleep!" 😤
His voice suddenly turned serious.
???: "I need you to stay away from men—" 😅
My frustration boiled over.
Y/N: "SERIOUSLY?! Who do you think you—"! 😡
He interrupted me smoothly.
???: "You'll know soon enough. Just do as I say." 😏
My hands balled into fists.
Y/N: "I'm not gonna—" 😠
???: "By the way… that white t-shirt looks good on you." 😏
My blood ran cold.
I looked down at myself.
I was wearing a white t-shirt.
My head snapped up, my eyes darting around my dark room. My breath hitched. How…?
Y/N: "H-how do you know…?" 😱 I whispered.
He laughed softly.
???: "Don't worry, baby. I won't harm you… By the way, why were you at that club?" 🤨
I stiffened.
Y/N: "That's none of your business." 😒
???: "It is my business. I watch you everywhere… And that guy… what's his name? Kayden, right? Stay away from him, okay, baby?" 😚
Panic gripped me.
He knows about Kayden?! 😱
I swallowed hard and forced my voice to stay calm.
Y/N: "Look, don't follow me like a stalker." 🤨
???: "I didn't follow you. I was already there. You just happened to show up. It was a coincidence." 🙄
Y/N: "Oh really? Fine. But don't involve anyone else in this. Just leave me alone, you idiot thief!" 🤨
He laughed, like I had just told a joke.
???: "I told you, I can't harm you. I just want you to stay away from men." 😚
I groaned.
Y/N: "And why would I listen to you?" 😤
He sighed.
???: "Because it's good for you." 😘
I scoffed. Good for me? Good advice from an idiot thief. 😒
Y/N: "And who are you to decide that?" 😒
He hesitated.
???: "I-I… Because I care about you. That's it." 😓
My heartbeat stuttered.
Why… why is my heart reacting like this?! 😵
???: "By the way… you look amazing in that dress." 😘
I frowned.
Y/N: "Okay, bye. And DON'T call me again!" 😡
Before I could hang up, his next words sent a chill down my spine.
???: "Do you want to see me? Look out your window." 😘
Y/N: "W-WHAT?!" 😱
Against my better judgment, my body moved on its own. I slowly walked to my window and peered outside.
There he was.
A man in a black hoodie and mask, standing under a dimly lit streetlight, staring directly at me.
???: "Beautiful." 😘
Terror consumed me.
I lock the window and run towards my bed
"I'm scared… God, please help me." 😭
I curled up in my bed, pulling the blanket over my head as if it could shield me from the terrifying reality outside. My entire body trembled, my breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts—Who is he? Why is he doing this? How does he know so much about me?
Tears blurred my vision as I clutched my phone tightly against my chest, my fingers hovering over the screen. Should I call the police? Should I call James? Should I scream?
But my voice felt trapped in my throat.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe as I peeked out from under the blanket. My window was still shut, the lock firmly in place, but that did little to ease the fear clawing at my chest.
What if he's still there? Watching? Waiting?
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying this was all some horrible nightmare I would wake up from. But deep down, I knew it wasn't. The shadows in my room felt darker than before, the silence more suffocating.
My phone buzzed in my hand. Another message.
I flinched, my hands shaking as I hesitantly unlocked my phone.
???: "Don't be scared, angel. I told you—I won't hurt you. I just want to protect you." 😘
I let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. Protect me? From what? Or... from who?
I wanted to scream, to cry, to demand answers, but I was too terrified to do anything except curl deeper into my bed, wishing I could disappear.
God, please... please make him go away. 😭