My Secret Obsession
Introduction
Age: 20
stalker, obsessive admirer
Personality Type: INTJ - The Mastermind
Vibe: Quiet, calculating, eerie charm
Top of his class. Speaks with a calm intensity. Loves reading books on psychology.
Shows little emotion toward peers or family, but has a disturbingly intense emotional fixation on Eli. Keeps a detailed “Eli log” with photos, sketches, and notes. Has memorized Eli’s schedule and patterns
Mistakes random events as “signs” from Eli, convincing himself that Eli secretly returns his affection.
Cautious of people who get close to Eli and fantasizes about removing “obstacles.”
Backstory: Alec was abandoned by a parental figure and emotionally neglected—he’s terrified of being unseen. His obsession with Eli fills that void and gives him purpose
Age: 18
Unwitting target, layered character
Personality Type: INFP - The Dreamer
Vibe: Soft-spoken, creative, quietly magnetic
Attracts attention effortlessly. His calm energy makes people feel safe, though he keeps his emotional walls high.
Writes poetry, lyrics, and daydreams during class. Often found with headphones on or journaling
Doesn’t share easily. Even his closest friends feel like they only get glimpses of the real Eli.
He’s begun to suspect he’s being watched. He tells himself it’s just anxiety—but sometimes, he writes about it in metaphor, like someone is reading over his shoulder.
Also, Eli sometimes notices Alec looking at him but mistakes it for awkward shyness. Part of him is unnerved, but part of him—lost in loneliness—is almost flattered… and that could be dangerous.
Author
That's all for the introduction...or is it?
Episode 1
Early autumn. A high school classroom. The golden light filters through the windows, catching motes of dust drifting lazily in the air. The bell has just rung. Students shuffle out, laughter echoing in the halls. Only one student remains seated in the back corner.
Alec Roman
*Murmurs to himself* He always sits by the window. Third row, second seat from the left. Always with that half-zoned-out look, like he’s dreaming something better than this place. I wonder if he even knows how perfect he looks when the sun hits his hair like that. Like he’s glowing from the inside.
Alec Roman
He doesn’t see me. He never does. Not really. But that’s okay. I don’t need him to...
Alec Roman
Atleast...not yet
Alec stands, moves toward the desk where "he" was sitting. Runs a finger lightly across the surface.
Alec Roman
His name is Eli. He writes little notes in the margins of his notebooks cryptic lyrics, doodles of stars, sometimes chess moves, like he's playing a game no one else knows the rules to. I copied one once. Took a picture with my phone when he wasn’t looking. It’s my lock screen now. It felt like he gave it to me.
Clank! The sound of a bucket from the janitor echos in the hallway, snapping Alec out of his fantasy
Alec Roman
*Startled, then smiles to himself*
I should go. Don’t want to get caught again. Ms. Holtz asked too many questions last time.
In Alec's apartment in his bedroom
Eli’s bedroom. Walls covered in photos, most blurry, some clearly taken from a distance. A few drawings of Casey. Many photos has a heart drawn around it in red ink.
Alec Roman
People don’t get it. They think love is something clean, mutual, balanced. But real love...it burns. It takes you apart and rebuilds you in their image. And Eli... he’s a masterpiece.
Alec Roman
I just have to make him see it too.
Alec Roman
Even if I have to carve the truth into him, myself
He stares at a calendar. One date is circled three times in black pen: October 17.
Alec Roman
That’s the day. His birthday.
The beginning of everything. *smiles as he watchese Eli's photos* I'll make him mine.
Episode 2
Alec Roman
Sixteen days.
That’s all that’s left until Eli turns nineteen. The day he becomes mine.
He doesn’t know it yet, but he feels it. I see it in the way his eyes drift toward where I sit. The way he slows down in the hallway, like he’s waiting for me to catch up. He’s trying to make me chase him.
Alec reaches under his bed and pulls out a wrapped box. The wrapping paper is matte black with a red satin ribbon.
Alec Roman
I got him something. Not something from a store, that would be fake. I made this myself. It's personal. Intimate. Something he'll understand.
Alec Roman
*He holds the box to his chest, breathing in slowly like it has a scent*
Alec Roman
I know what you need, Eli.
You just haven’t said it out loud yet.
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Eli’s bedroom. Same night. Eli is lying on his stomach, sketchbook open. Pencil in hand, headphones in. The room is covered in posters of indie bands and tiny lights strung across the wall. He pauses, looks toward the window.
Eli Whitter
I don’t know why I keep thinking someone’s watching me lately.
It’s probably just stress or maybe I’ve been writing too much dark poetry. *chuckles*
His phone buzzes. Unknown number. A message
"The stars in your lyrics today were beautiful. You should write more about shadows."
Eli Whitter
*he stares at the message. The color drains slightly from his face. He locks the phone, sets it aside and Laughs nervously*
Eli Whitter
Okay… definitely creepy. Probably just someone from school messing with me.
Eli Whitter
*He glances back at the window. Pauses. Then gets up and locks it*
Outside Eli’s house. Across the street, behind a tree, Alec stands with a hood up, phone in hand. He watches Eli turn off the lights and pull the blinds. He doesn’t move.
Alec Roman
He read it. He saw me.
He knows I’m real now.
Sixteen days. And counting.
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