I watch her. I take care of her. She doesn't even realize how much she needs me.
She's is a mess—scattered, forgetful, too kind for a world that doesn’t make space for her. But I make space. I pick up the pieces. I make her life seamless. I erase the chaos before it can touch her.
She calls it luck. She has no idea it’s me.
But now she’s looking for me. She wants to know who's been watching. Who's been keeping her safe.**
She should be afraid. She should run.
But instead, she’s inviting me in.
Tropes:
Neurodivergent MC
Stalker
Protective, possessive MC
Morally grey MC
Neighbors
Obsession
Liz Hawke spends her time dreaming up couples that spark fire and writing about how they met. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two kids, and a white rabbit named Teddy. When she isn't writing, she's baking, badly decorating, and making friendship bracelets.View all by Liz Hawke
