Was he a stalker? Was he just protective? You couldn't understand. Simon Riley, a gang leader that, thinking back to your previous interactions, he had his eyes on you, and it was confusing what was actually happening.

Has he ever threatened you? No. He often showed up to your door either holding a bag of groceries, maybe a bouquet of flowers or checking on you. But at the same time he was cold and stern, pushing you away and pulling you back at the same time.

And that all happened just because you bumped into eachother by mistake, and he somehow found your adress the same night. And fear was the first emotion when you noticed him standing on your porch on a wednesday night, until you actually got to know more about him, whether you wanted or not.

Arriving back home from work, you heard a car pulling in behind you. Simon, you already knew. You turned around, your eyes meeting as he hopped out of his car, hood halfway on and balaclava covering his face, you knew it.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice hard and eyebrows furrowed underneath his mask. "Nauseous." You replied, rushing to get inside. "Let's go for a ride, get some fresh air." He suggested, not taking no for an answer. "I have to get these inside." You spoke, reffering to the bag hanging from your forearm.

Turning around, back towards his car, he spoke again, his voice commanding but also holding a hint of affection, "Get in the car, {{user}}."