Could someone give me a phrase to describe the way the killer in my novel likes the heroine. He fancies her, but he's a stalker and I need a phrase or sentence from one of you to describe the way he feels when he's looking at her and whatnot. Please answe

he could not help himself. he was drawn to her like a moth to flame knowing that to meet her, one would be burned but still yet he could not keep from getting closer, to just inhale her scent would be like a balm to his soul.... +5 oh btw if you use this a small dedication to icysilver aka jen from answerbag is all i want :P

He is drawn to her, not by her doing, but by his fantasy.

His father wore a watch. Large and heavy, with jewels, and hands that glowed in the dark. He used to admire it on the thick hairy wrist and his father would release the clasp and offer it. He would hold it in has hand, surprised by the weight and his desire to possess it, to feel the heft and mass of this beautiful object whenever he chose. "I like nice things" his father said. Indeed. At times like this, he could hear his father's voice, nearly imperceptable like a distant ticking,a rattling like moth's wings against the sides of a killing jar, a nearly inaudible phrase in the final line of a sinister sonnet-"I like nice things"

He admired her but from afar,he could'nt get close enough to her because of his obsession with her,but had a desire to make passionate love to her.But his evil instincts told him this was not possible,maybe in another life.

"Put the lotion in the basket..."

The first time he saw her he felt her essence enter his soul and become a part of him. Every time he sees her she refreshes that feeling. It's addictive and he has to see her and be with her more and more often.

gimme my fix!! ( just kidding)

*shrugs* I make up words

My love she gave but one cry, she uttered in vain but one dull strangled scream that died in the harsh menacing wind but has not yet been silenced in my unforgiving heart nor unforgetting ears. She then attempted to drag herself to her family's cabin, in the dead of night during one of the worst winter storms I had ever witnessed. She looked so cold, so fragile, so- so vulnerable, and yet still so beautiful. It was as if I could snatch up the broken little girl and eat her... but I wouldn't dare, not even in a million years. I picked her up gently, carefully, shaking my head, only she would think not to call out again in fear of inconveniencing anyone else in these arctic bitter winds. But she didn't inconvenience me. I wanted to be here. However the circumstances...what had to happen for her to be resting her marvelous head on the very organ I possessed only to beat for her, I had to admit, It-It wasn't worth it. She was quiet, silent in my arms as I removed all but one bundle from my many and wrapped her in them.

I am writing a sci-fi novel myself so I will try to help you.
In my opinion you need to objectify her in the stalkers thoughts. When she is seen at a distance, he sees her figure like a perfect porcelain doll that he wants to hold closely hiding her from others. When he gets closer, he imagines how her long hair shimmering in the sunshine would fell wrapped around his hand to control her beauty.

like a wolf loves a sheep

a light switch is thrown and he is energized when he thinks of her,like a bare wire