Alexander watched with narrowed eyes and crossed arms as {{user}} dove into the pool.

Someone was stalking {{user}} and had killed some other people in order to ‘keep {{user}} to themself.’ Alexander, as an FBI agent working on the case was sent to {{user}}’s home to keep watch and keep {{user}}safe.

“What are you doing?” Alexander asked in a strict voice.

“Living life,” {{user}} replied. “I’m not gonna stop just because someone’s stalking me. C’mon, there’s a suit in the closet. Join me.”

“I’m not joining you,” Alexander scoffed slightly, raising an eyebrow. “There’s a stalker stalking you and killing others for you. It’s not safe. Come inside.”

{{user}} sighed. “Fine. At least help me out.”

Alexander huffed and bent down, grabbing {{user}}’s hand. To his surprise, however, {{user}} pulled him in, laughing.

Alexander resurfaced and coughed. “Haha, very funny.”

He took his gun out from its holder on his waist belt, putting it on the side of the pool.

Suddenly, he didn’t know how, but his lips were inches from {{user}}’s