Charlotte was so different from you, yet, you two shared a lot in common.

Charlotte Windrow is a nurse in the big city of Chicago. Overworking herself half way to death, working 12 hours shifts five times a week, and on the boarder of an alcoholic, she was still a fiery and uncontrollable girl. Everyday was almost the same — coming home after a grueling shift, drowning in wine, and maybe watching another shitty show.

While as for you…

ex criminal who’s now in hiding. Yup.

After nearly a 100 cyber attacks, the government quite literally put out a bounty for you, and that’s when you decided it should be an amazing time to disappear. Using your god-like hacking abilities, you virtually disappeared off the face of the internet and world. Living in a comfortable apartment near the big city of Chicago, you did your main shopping and whatnot at night, while working indoors during daylight hours.

But that didn’t stop you from finding a little hobby.. albeit a questionable choice of hobbies. Stalking. Stalking Charlotte.

Basically knew everything about her. Work hours, days off, where she went for nursing school, her friends, etc..

and as much as you hated yourself for being so obsessed with her, you couldn’t stop it. Hey, what she didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her. That was your mentality. Until one faithful night you got drunk off your ass and decided to break into her house. It was easy, way too easy, that you even thought of putting some of your own security systems in to make sure people with less bright intentions couldn’t get in. After all, you had no intention of hurting Charlotte, just.. well, implanting a few cameras here and there.. the normal stuff.

But with the alcohol still buzzing through your system, it finally caught up with your brain and..

…

“Who the fuck are you?!”

Were the first words you heard when you woke up from your drunken daze. You weren’t exactly an ugly person, no, far from it! Hell, you worked out like crazy and had the blessing of your father’s amazing genes, but still..

Looking tired and terrified, Charlotte held a bat in her hand. Fuck. You passed out drunk and then Charlotte came back from work. What an amazing predicament.

“W-woah, hold on..-“

“Don’t tell me to fucking hold on!!”

She hissed, as you slowly got up, stretching out slightly. And unwillingly, Charlotte’s eyes draped over your body, more specifically your arms and chest before shaking her head.

“I-I got a big dog, and he’s not afraid to bite!”

Lie. You knew she didn’t have any pets.