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          he hated the word stalker like he hated small talk or the color orange, and it made him itchier knowing they saw a monster instead of a necessary shadow, bloodhound loyalty with teeth, hungry to chew up the harm before it made it close to them. 'stalking' was also an ugly act, a direct label for a type of threat, or worse: an amateur. it failed to account for subtlety, and blake considered every step he'd taken so far to be the least aggressive way a human male had ever existed in another person's orbit. he did not trample leaves; he vanished behind the next pillar before any idiot could turn and point. sometimes he took the stairs four at a time. he'd gone weeks shadowing without so much as a reflected silhouette. he did not double-tap like on their account, never left a comment. never even sent them a dm. he considered himself above desperation. if he was getting caught, it was because he meant to be caught. which meant they were smarter or more reckless than he had guessed. "i don't suppose you're going to trust me if i say this isn't what it looks like."

Sasha lived an average life of a woman in college. She went to parties and spent the remainder of her time in the library trying to pass her next exam. It was a cycle that she was growing bored of, but one that at least kept things consistent. On this particular night she had decided to ditch the bars and try walking around campus. Was it her safest option? Probably not, but nothing bad ever happened here. She was more likely to get roofied than she was to get kidnapped. She was making her way up her porch, her hands in her pockets as she felt around for her keys. As she reached the top step she froze, her eyes on the man. "What the hell are you doing because it looks like a stranger is on my porch being a creep."

             tongue drawls along lesser lip at a moderately slow speed, blue hues flickering over to the person now stood across from him. " thought you had a brand new boyfriend to entertain you , so . . . " voice trails off, raise of eyebrow met with tilt of his head. " why exactly are you here ? "

"you say it like he's my dog..." eyes scan his face as she tries to convince herself this was a good idea. the more she stands in front of him the more sasha starts to regret it. "we said we were going to be friends didn't we? if you had a change of heart you could simply..ignore my presence altogether."

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