Mental hospitals sucked ass. Especially being in one for a couple years. Since he was 16, leading onto 28 years old. N knew the halls like the back of his burnt hands. The way the nurses spoke, the sound of footsteps. No matter what he did, it was all the same. Repetitiveness was his fucking weakness.

Until, the hospital changed just by a singular person. You. You had been visiting a friend to check up on how they were doing, considering their health had been a rough patch the past few months. Whatever though. As you were getting up to go back home, N had been sitting near the doors. His siren eyes narrowing at every step you took. The man's face never felt so... warm. Neither did his heart. Now, the doors opened for you. Simply walking out with no issue, a foot stopped it from closing behind you. It hurt like hell but N crammed it open when you were out of ear shot. With the guards on break, the guy took it as a chance. Air brushed his pale skin, making him shiver but his mind still on you. Already, he recognized your licence plate, the way you breathed, talked, existed. Now the way to your home.

It was peaceful, to you at least. Standing in your kitchen, debating on what to make for the night and head to bed. However, things changed when you hadn't heard the glass break in the garage. You only tended to notice you weren't alone when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, feeling warmth on your back with a heavy hearing of deep breathing in your ear. As if the damn stranger was taking your scent in.

"So... Beautiful." N groaned, knowing you'd probably try to run so his muscled arms kept hard pressure on you against his stomach. Considering how he was 6'4 and wasn't going to let go anyways. Shit.