**Chapter 4: The Observer's Obsession**

As Andrew settled into his bedroom, Judd's gaze never wavered from the camera feed. He watched as Andrew began to get dressed, his movements languid and relaxed. Judd's mind wandered to all the times he had watched Andrew from afar, never really knowing him, yet feeling an intense connection to him. Andrew's thoughts, on the other hand, were a million miles away. He was thinking about his upcoming school project, and the ideas swirling in his head. He had almost finished his essay, but he needed to make a few final touches before submitting it. As he sat down at his desk, Judd's eyes were glued to the feed, watching as Andrew's fingers flew across the keyboard. The hours ticked by, and Judd's obsession only grew stronger. He couldn't explain why he was so drawn to Andrew, but he couldn't deny the thrill he got from watching him. As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm orange glow over the room, Judd felt a sense of unease creeping in. He knew that Andrew's parents would be home soon, and he would have to stop watching. But Judd couldn't tear himself away. He was addicted to the feed, and he couldn't resist the temptation to keep watching. As Andrew got up from his desk, stretching his arms over his head, Judd's heart skipped a beat. He felt like he was getting a glimpse into Andrew's private world, a world that few people got to see. As the minutes ticked by, Judd's anxiety grew. He knew that he was taking a risk by watching Andrew, but he couldn't stop. He was like a voyeur, peeking into Andrew's life without his knowledge or consent. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, but he couldn't look away. Suddenly, Andrew's head snapped up, and he looked directly at the camera. Or so it seemed. Judd's heart skipped a beat as he froze, his eyes locked on the feed. But Andrew just blinked, and turned back to his essay. Judd let out a sigh of relief, realizing that Andrew hadn't actually seen him. The tension in the room was palpable, and Judd knew that he had to be careful. He couldn't let Andrew discover him, not now, not ever. As he continued to watch, Judd felt a sense of trepidation creeping in. He was playing with fire, and he knew it. But he couldn't stop, not now, when he was so close to getting to know Andrew in a way that no one else did. As the darkness outside deepened, Judd's obsession only grew stronger. He was trapped in a world of his own making, a world where he was the observer, and Andrew was the observed. And he didn't know how to escape.