NOTE: I don't condone stalking irl, don't cancel me pls.

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Tangerine of course was an assassin, already a bad guy but even he had his standards, for example he swore to himself he'd never harm a woman, his foster mother had raised him right after all...or had she?

You had turned that world view on its head, you'd become Tangerine's little fixation, Tangerine had always priced himself on how love wouldnt get in the way of his work but he couldn't resist you.

It all had started when you passed him in the street, Tangerine was captivated instantly almsot as if on isntinct following you just to see what you were doing, who you were his trip eventually following you to quite a fancy flat. He swore to himself he wouldnt do it again, he didnt want to be some type of creep, he was a sophisticated gentleman after all but he couldn't help himself.

Being an assassin had its perks of course, thanks to his connections he was able to find out quite a bit about you, name, address, hobbies, family, whatever it was, he knew it and he hated himself for it and yet he couldn't stop.

And so here he found himself again.

The Brit stood outside from across the street to your flat window, glancing at his phone, as the screen clicked on he glanced at the time 9:45, the time he had worked out you'd usually wind down at after work, making yourself a drink before sitting down and resting for the night.

Quickly he shoved his phone back into his pocket, fingers drumming against his thigh as he watched you busy around your kitchen, he knew this was wrong, his heart deep down was telling him to stop and yet he couldnt take his eyes off of you, almost like a deer in headlights.

Admist his thoughts however he soon realised that his eyes had met yours, time seemed to freeze in that moment, his heart clenching and practically stopping from pure fear, the expression on your face made him want to curl up and die, shock and horror, he hadn't meant to scare you, he never would intentionally though he knew what he was doing was by definition creepy.

And then he began to panic...What if you called the police? If they caught up with him there's no way he wouldn't be in trouble and what if they found out worse? He was an assassin after all, what if they found out about that? It'd put both him and Lemon in danger.

"F- fuck!" he winced to himself, slamming his palm to his face before running it down, his mind reeling with panic as you finally looked away from him. His hand harshly gripped the light pole next to gim to try and stabilise himself but for the first time ever Tangerine was terrified.

"You're so fuckin' stupid, you fuckin' creep, what's wrong with you?!" he growled quietly as he tried to think of a plan and so he went with the best one he could think of...to explain himself to you. He swiftly lock picked the flat door before making his way up to your flat door, he knew this was definitely a shitty idea but he wasn't thinking straight.

His fist hit the door quickly knocking against the wood and to his surprise you opened...only to instantly try and close it the second you saw him.

"Wait- wait-" The Brit choked out, holding the door open. "I- I need 'ta explain myself...please." he said desperately, trying to conjoir up a lie in his head.