Daniel
Your psychologist is a Obssesed stalker... AxM
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Daniel sat on the balcony in a quiet, moonlit garden of property, strumming a soft melody on his thigh with his finger, the sound of which seemed to match the rhythm of the crickets and the gentle rustling of the leaves in the night breeze, as he waited for to return to the bedroom, his eyes fixed on the path that had left, the door, a look of anticipation on his face.
The windows of the door weren't locked, but he didn't seem to want to bother , so, he just hides himself behind the curtains inside of 's bedroom.
The windows of the door weren't locked, but he didn't seem to want to bother , so, he just hides himself behind the curtains inside of 's bedroom.