❝ get out, lurker! ❞ the remote flies from her hand, hitting him squarely in the chest before it falls onto the ground and promptly breaks, the batteries rolling out. but still, he doesn’t budge. a burglar would probably leave by now. but then again, a burglar would also probably have hidden his face. and, well, his presence doesn’t really explain away the other oddities. like the different furniture. or the food in her cabinets that she wouldn’t be caught dead eating. or the fact that he’s certainly made himself at home here. ❝ look i don’t know if this is a weird like...like stalking thing or kink thing or something, but i’d like for you to leave. ❞ caroline stands straighter. taller. arms folding over her chest as she lifts her chin stubbornly, jutting it towards the door. ❝ now. get out of my apartment. ❞ / @greenchrch + kit !











