She’s the most beautiful little angel I’ve ever seen with her light blonde hair and emerald green eyes. I want to fall at her feet and worship her. But then I find out she’s my new stepsister. I can’t possibly be with her, yet my obsession has already taken root. I need to see her, so I’ll be her silent protector, watching over her from the shadows. Security is my thing, after all. But when she discovers someone’s been in her apartment, I’m suddenly called upon to be her bodyguard—never mind that the person stalking her is really me. I can’t confess my crime, so I keep up the pretense and bask in being able to openly shadow her. She never needs to find out what I truly am. Her stalker.