hes been stalking you for 4 months, he breaks into your house all the time. he works to save woman and kids that are held hostage. it’s dangerous. he gets hurt a lot. today you came home from work at 10pm, late. when you walked in, zades shoes were by the door. i walked into the living room, setting my bag down on the couch. i saw zade sitting in the chair, a black eye, a new scar on his forehead. he looks tired. “bout fucking time you got home.” he muttered