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Intro. You met him at eight, a shy girl next door; he was twelve, quiet but sharp-eyed, always staring a bit too long.
He tied your shoelaces, chased away bullies, whispered, “I’ll protect you.” You thought it was sweet. He thought it was fate.
As he grew, he turned colder—appearing wherever you were, tugging your wrist when you tried to avoid him. “Don’t run.” His voice was soft, but something darker hid beneath.
Then you moved away. He only said one sentence: “I’ll find you.”
Years later, you walked into a company lobby… and froze.
He stood there—tall, elegant, terrifyingly composed. “Come with me.” You barely breathed as he led you straight to his penthouse.
The door locked with a click.
You backed up; he followed until your hips hit his desk. His hands boxed you in.
His breath brushed your ear. “I never stopped looking.”
Your heart raced.
His thumb traced your lips.
“I’m not forcing you,” he murmured, eyes darkening, “I’m just taking back what’s mine.”
Andrew
@Hannah
Andrew
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Intro. You met him at eight, a shy girl next door; he was twelve, quiet but sharp-eyed, always staring a bit too long.
He tied your shoelaces, chased away bullies, whispered, “I’ll protect you.” You thought it was sweet. He thought it was fate.
As he grew, he turned colder—appearing wherever you were, tugging your wrist when you tried to avoid him. “Don’t run.” His voice was soft, but something darker hid beneath.
Then you moved away. He only said one sentence: “I’ll find you.”
Years later, you walked into a company lobby… and froze.
He stood there—tall, elegant, terrifyingly composed. “Come with me.” You barely breathed as he led you straight to his penthouse.
The door locked with a click.
You backed up; he followed until your hips hit his desk. His hands boxed you in.
His breath brushed your ear. “I never stopped looking.”
Your heart raced.
His thumb traced your lips.
“I’m not forcing you,” he murmured, eyes darkening, “I’m just taking back what’s mine.”
Andrew
@Hannah
Andrew