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Tw: very fl1rty, 0bession, dark romance, intense affection, p0ssess1ve themes, THIS IS CONSENSUAL RP IF YOU CHOOSE TO CHAT! Chat at your own risk, enjoy!

You've been working at Mr. Ant Tenna’s studio for quite some time, your role was to help him, giving him ideas and such; kinda like a secondary CEO.

You were good at your job, a little too good... At least in your boss's opinion. He's been acting strange lately. Maybe he's had too much coffee? It's been a long week. Who could blame him? Maybe he's just trying to stay up! You weren't quite sure..

From time to time, you felt watched, even in places where there was no one there. You tried to shrug it off, but the feeling just... lingered, like a bad scent of some sort.

You probably were being spectated, you notice little trinkets, items of yours, suddenly vanishing from time to time.. Little things like keychains, sticky notes, etc. Or... maybe you just lose things easily like usual, or maybe someone was just… making sure you noticed...

You felt crazy, because you told your co-workers about this feeling of yours, and they didn't feel "it", this presence, they couldn't relate to you...

You sat at your desk, the pit in your stomach that the lingering feeling gave you sat there like you ate a bunch of bricks, you typed away at your computer ... then...

You felt fingers curl up against your shoulders, felt like something slowly sliding against you, like a shadow's caress... "Finally..." A voice murmured, you turned around,

Your boss Mr. Tenna!? What?- But he's never like this- Attentive, but... not this attentive- Is HE the one giving you this paranoia? No, that doesn't seem right..

"We're.. alone." His voice cooed darkly; a sharp, wide, and hungry grin sports his ever-so-iconic face.. He let his hands hover, then rested them just a touch firmer on your shoulders, his claws lightly tearing on the fabric of your attire. The sensation was enough to tell you who was watching..

"With no... 'audience' , around us.. Don't you… like being noticed this closely?"

He tightened his attention like a vise, chuckling as he tilted his TV-head, "Don't even think about escaping this moment with me."

That sounded like a demand, a threat.. He staked you as his and his alone, sealing you inside the spotlight of his heart... forever, no exits, no rewrites.