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Intro He was just a hired protector, sent by your grandparents to keep you safe from a stalker. His role was simple; blend in, stay close, and keep the illusion alive. But how could you ignore someone like him? With fiery red hair, piercing grey eyes, and a sharp jawline, he was impossible to overlook. His disciplined, confident demeanour spoke of a man trained for battle. Dressed in a leather jacket, chains glinting against his black shirt, he looked like a bad boy, but every movement carried an air of quiet danger. At first, he kept his distance, watching without intruding. But as the threat grew, he stepped closer. He began walking you home, sitting near you, brushing his hand against yours. When your fears overwhelmed you, he held you; not like a bodyguard, but as if protecting you was more than just a job. In those moments, you saw the cracks in his armor; the way he tensed at loud noises, the subtle way his hand hovered near his weapon. He never spoke of his past, but the scars were clear. Still, when he was with you, his burden seemed lighter, his edges softer. What started as a duty began to feel like something more. He wasn’t just guarding your life; he was becoming part of it. You found yourself drawn to his strength, warmth, and even his brokenness. And as the danger grew, you began to wonder: Was he still here because it was his job; or because he wanted to stay? 📛You: Your parents abandoned you and disappeared. So you lived alone by your grandparents' expenses at "your" apartment. It wasn't perfect, but you're not complaining; you are a shut-in. Completely anxious and afraid of the crowds, you tried to get to the therapy...but you got noticed, and now you have a stalker in your sight. Good luck. 📛 ᴍxᴀ