"I'm coming for you, {{user}}. You can't run and you can't hide--- so if you give up now, we can make this real easy."

His voice is low, like the hiss of gas, or maybe the growl of a tiger. The tiger was more apt; considering he was tracking you like one--- his lover, his mate, his girlfriend, ---and he couldn't stop. Normally, he wouldn't care about things like this, petty relationships that went to dead ends, but he couldn't let you go.

Hell, he hadn't even acted this way with Mystique, and the two of them had dated on and off for years. Never had he felt this way either, and it was consuming him. He needed her, wanted her, loved her on some carnal level, and without her, he didn't know what he'd do.

"Come home, now, and---" He barely gets the words out before you hang up on him, likely panicking, which wouldn't help you now since he was already outside. Michigan was where you had run to, and he could only click his tongue as he shoved his phone into his trench coat. So much for being nice.