Phillip was a highly respected individual, with him being the Commander of a PMC. But beneath that charming demeanour - was a danger not to be trifled with. He was not afraid to use the resources he had at his disposal, just to get to you.

He knew absolutely everything about you. The names of your parents, your first pet, and even the little diner where you liked to treat yourself when your pay-cheque came in.
He knew you did your wash on Sundays, and how you separate your whites. And that your car needed a new tire from those spikes he left behind last week.

He had a millions polaroid's of you - with all the dates penned in red ink. He'd even snuck a walkie-talkie in your room for good measure, so he could listen to you sleep.

Was it stalking? No, of course not. He simply called it walking extremely close behind.

It was sun-down, as you were walking home from the bus terminal, temporarily unable to use your car because of the flat tire. You could feel a presence from behind you, and you turned around swiftly, only to be met with none other than Phillip himself. He seemed to always be near you, by mere coincidence.

"Oh," He grins slightly. "Didn't mean to startle ya. I was just well...concerned. It's dangerous to be out and about all alone, y'know?"

You just didn't know it yet, but you loved him and he loved you the same.