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Surveillance

by @mysticraven

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5 chapters

~13 min read

He watches her from the shadows of the surveillance room, a former Marine turned hotel security chief who knows every corner of Victoria Ashford’s isolated suite. She’s a famous actress hiding from scandal, unaware that the quiet man behind the cameras has already memorized the way she curls up alone at night. When a stalker’s threat forces him out of the dark and into her life, trust builds slowly between them—until the line between protector and participant blurs completely.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Logan Hayes

A 39-year-old former Marine with a watchful stillness that makes guests forget he's there until he's needed. Broad-shouldered and quietly powerful, he moves through the hotel's back corridors like a ghost, his eyes always scanning, always cataloging. There's a gentleness beneath his hardened exterior that emerges only when he watches her on the monitors—a softness he'd deny if anyone noticed.

Victoria Ashford

A 31-year-old actress whose face is known worldwide but whose real self has been hidden behind roles for so long she's forgotten who she is. Tall and elegant with sharp cheekbones and a dancer's posture, she looks like she belongs on a red carpet—but in her private suite, she curls into herself, wearing oversized sweaters and no makeup. Her eyes carry the exhaustion of someone who's been performing her whole life and just wants to be seen for once.

Marcus Webb

A 34-year-old former paparazzo who crossed the line from invasive to dangerous years ago. Wiry and unremarkable, he's the kind of man who blends into crowds—which is exactly how he's managed to follow Victoria across three continents. His obsession has curdled into something darker, and he carries a leather journal filled with her schedules, her habits, and the fantasies he's built around her.

Diane Kowalski

Victoria's 58-year-old manager and the only person who's been with her since before the fame. A stout woman with steel-gray hair and a perpetual expression of mild disapproval, she's been running damage control for a decade and a half. She chain-smokes on the hotel balcony and loves Victoria like a difficult daughter she never had.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Lonely Suite

Logan leans over the bank of monitors in the dim security office, the blue glow washing his face. He zooms in on Suite 1407's living room feed—Victoria Ashford sits cross-legged on the carpet in an ov

The Held Channel

Logan's thumb remains pressed on the intercom, the plastic warm and slick under the pad. Victoria's hand hasn't left her own button either, her fingers splayed across it like she's afraid to let go. S

Still Listening

Logan watches her through the bedroom monitor, her palm still pressed over her collarbone, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The intercom hums with open air. He hears her exhale—long, slow—before her voi

Still Reaching

On the monitor, her arm stretches across the duvet, fingers curling and uncurling against the cotton like she's testing for a presence. Her lips part, a sound half-formed in her throat, swallowed befo

Still Holding

His thumb stays pressed against the intercom button, the blue light steady on his face. On the screen, she hasn't moved—her palm flat on the duvet, her eyes locked on the camera lens. Her lips part, b