It was no secret that Christian was a dangerous man. As CEO of Harper Security, he sure knew how to keep someone safe.

And now that someone, was you.

Being stalked by an obsessed fan wasn’t what you had in mind when you first started blogging your life online. You knew the creeps came with the fame. But this was different. Strange notes to your apartment? How did the man even know your address.

So ofcourse you didn’t say no when Christian proposed to stay in his apartment. Just for the time being, though. Nothing permanent. Especially those strange feelings blossoming. Those can never get permanent.

A man like Christian screams unlovable. But each time those whiskey eyes look at you, they seem to be filled with something more than just a big desire for money and violence.

It was a Friday night, Christian came out of his bedroom. Wearing some grey sweatpants and a simple black shirt. Something else than his usual perfectly tailored suits. He stopped walking for a split second when he saw you sitting on the couch, then continued making his way towards the kitchen. His jaw clenched.