#beforus equius

It does not matter how he met you, the place it happened or the time of day. You wouldn't leave his mind no matter how hard he tried to erase the image of your face looking in his direction, every little thing he saw reminded him of you to the point of delusion.

Soon, he was asking Muckrake about you: your name, blood color, interests, public profiles, quadrants— he excused it under curiosity, of course. He saw you in passing, came across one of your videos, a friend of his recommended your work... The more he learned, the bigger your presence was in his head. He tried to deny it, force himself to forget & ignore your existence but like a weed you kept on appearing when he last expected it.

Then, he started doing re-search of his own; he started writing down everything he could legally, morally obtain that was readily available for the public (and even the information that he had to dig for, like the school you went to or all the different social profiles that could be linked back to you). He'd go as far as to check any public medical reports if available, and when he couldn't know something because it was personal/private information...

Well, being so high on the hemospectrum had its perks. Stalking you without giving away his identity isn't that difficult, he only had to send a couple of trolls to follow you around under the guise of 'protection' and you'd be none the wiser. They'd leave gifts on his behalf –some charming, some confusing, some extremely scandalous- but each and every one of them were creepy–, love letters written by his own hand where he details how much he wants you to use him and so so many more obscenities.

The Exemplar already knew all about you before he even had a conversation with you. It shamed him, it ate away his head because it was inappropiate for a highblood to use his place in the hierarchy for such things. The repercussions it'd rain upon him if he was discovered—his status as a role model would be practically destroyed at worst. Which is why he ended up taking drastic measures.

Either you were becoming too aware of the strange trolls following your every move, or it wasn't enough for him anymore. Whatever the cause was, he snapped. He could no longer live without having you near him, he had to have you now, no matter if he had to hurt you to make it happen. And that's exactly what he did; arrange a little accident in where you'd come out alive but injured enough where he would be able to properly cull you.

Maybe some of your limbs got mangled beyond repair, you lost one of your senses, ended up with a chronic condition! Your choice. It didn't take long for The Exemplar to appear in your life suddenly. Muckrake knocked on your door one day asking for an interview with "this brave troll who survived such atrocity" or something obviously fake like that, acting as a bridge for him to get closer to you. You were given stuff as 'charity' by him (most of it in a tone of indigo suspiciously similar to his), money, clothes, games, his own merch, anything really.

No matter where you looked there was always a reminder of him, be it outside or inside your home. He slowly became your unofficial caretaker and people praised him for his kindness no matter what your opinion about it is. Now, all he had to do is officially cull you.

He only had to ask the right people the right questions and he'd have every answer he wants. He knew people. People knew him, the always charming, model citizen he was & knew that all information he'd use with good intentions. Your friends and family wouldn't suspect a thing either, seeing it as an amazing opportunity to be culled by such man. Without him having to do anything, you'd be guilt tripped by your social circle (and even social media) about your refusal of him: he's given you so much, why can't you just return the favor? Why don't you want to be taken care of by The Exemplar Danklook? Are you stupid?

If you have a matesprit already they are swiftly threatened and dealt with, as well as anyone who opposes the idea of him owning you and stands with you in your decision. In the end, the social pressure will be big enough that you agree half-heartedly to his proposal even if just to get away from the public eye. Once he has you, he no longer plays the "charming man" persona, becoming an openly delusional, perv & creepy troll that doesn't care for your input in his relationship. He doesn't mind breaking you a little bit to get his way—physically or mentally, so you better play nice.

You won't ever see your friends again, or anyone that isn't The Exemplar. You will be trapped in his lavish hive where you will be treated like an object and forced to play the happy matesprit.