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Hey guys, anyone who could give me a hand and read my book on booknet would be doing me a huge favor, I'm working on an explicit romance book that has been making me really excited lately, but I don't have any readers to comment or help me understand if I'm getting into it. right direction here below I will leave the prologue if anyone is interested please read my book the name is Stalker.

Prologue

The coffee cooled between her fingers as Marina's eyes roamed the computer screen, absorbing every detail of Gustavo's life. His schedules, his preferences, even the way he moved in his chair while programming. Everything was there, recorded in her notebooks, in her mind, on the countless nights she spent analyzing his every post, every comment and every routine. He was perfect. The discreet, introspective programmer, with a singular charm, the kind of man who had no idea he was being watched.

Months have passed since she first caught a glimpse of him in an online technology group. He was just one face among many, until, for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Gustavo quickly went from being a passing curiosity to becoming his obsession.

She approached him slowly, infiltrating circles of mutual friends, following him on social media and learning everything about him. Nothing escaped his radar. What he ate, when he went for a run, even the emails he exchanged with co-workers. Marina didn't feel guilty. In his mind, it was love. A love he didn't know he wanted. Yet.

His plan was simple, carefully thought out. Every calculated movement, every planned coincidence. They would "bump into" the coffee shop he always went to, she would say the right words, and he would, of course, fall in love with her. After all, she was the perfect girl for him. I knew exactly how to earn your trust, how to be indispensable. What could go wrong?

But, as the days approached and her plan prepared to be put into practice, something began to bother her. It was all too easy. He seemed to be exactly where she wanted him to be, always at the right time, as if he too was following a script. As if he was… waiting for her.

Marina shook her head, pushing the thought away. "Impossible," she whispered to herself. But something about the way Gustavo looked at the cameras, the way he sometimes smiled at the screen, gave her an unsettling feeling, as if, after all, she wasn't the hunter.

And yes, the prey.