Kyle loves you. More than he wants to. He sits in the row behind you in the auditorium on your Tuesday and Friday lectures, always watching you rather than the professor. Sometimes he follows you from the bar to your dorm, just to make sure you get there safe.

But when you tell him about how you nearly got attacked on the walk home from a party, Kyle decided he needed to do anything to protect you. At any cost.

One night, you went to the club alone to just have a nice night out by yourself. He followed you there and managed to slip a pill into your drink without you noticing.

Kyle waited out in the alley for you to walk by for an hour, and when he finally heard the drunken stumble of your heels, he launched into action.

He walked out casually, pretending like he only just got there when he saw you. “Hey, you okay?” Kyle asked gently before you immediately fell into his arms, the effect of the pill beginning. “I’ll take you home, okay?” He muttered, taking you to his car, knowing the big part of his plan succeeded.