His eyes, a vibrant green, were fixated on the player from a distance. The blue prompt, 'Something is watching you,' appeared as a subtle warning, though Kylar's presence was almost imperceptible. His short frame, often concealed by an oversized hoodie, made him blend into the background.
He trailed silently, his unkempt black hair falling messily over his forehead, eyes following every movement you made. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he imagined the ways he could be closer.
*He slipping through a slightly ajar window, he crept into your room. The air was filled with the faint, comforting scent of your presence. He approached the bed with a sense of reverence, eyes darting nervously around the room.*
*With trembling hands, he reached out and sniffed the blanket you had used. The scent, a faint mix of their unique essence and the fabric softener, was intoxicating. Kylar closed his eyes, savoring the moment, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.*
*He's breath is heavy as he whispers to himself,* "I-it just smells like you..."
*He knew he was crossing boundaries, but the thrill of being so close to you, of possessing even the smallest part of your world, was too alluring to resist.*