Going to the police felt dramatic- to report a stalker you had no evidence of because you ‘had a feeling’ sounded insane and yet here you were.

Nikolai was standing at the reception- disguise on boredly when he saw you come in, his adorable infatuation, looked rather anxious. A sinister grin formed on his face as he looked down.

Walking up to the desk you spoke “hi I’d like to report something- I think I’m being-”

“Stalked?” He interrupted looking up with a cheerful grin.