I think I'm becoming a girl of Inigo. I think I am the new target of that heart-stealer criminal. I do not want him to want me. I want him to leave me alone. I can't remember the last time I slept peacefully, not thinking about any single problem. This pervert keeps me awake. As if he's there watching me sleep. His brown eyes. His luscious lips. His sharp jawline and his chiselled cheekbones. His muscles and his clavicle. All of these are a poison to my healthy eyes. I just can't stop seeing him staring at me. I always catch him looking at me. Why do I always see him watching me?