Lucas Blackwood

I had just graduated and started working at a small shop near the city center. The pay was average, the exhaustion wasn't-but I kept going because I needed the money.

My days were always the same... until he started showing up

Lucas Blackwood

He's a young CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city-rich enough to buy the entire building I worked in with a single signature.

But for some reason, the only thing he chose to pay attention to... me

At first, I thought he was just a weird customer. He came three times a day, buying tiny things he obviously didn't need, then stood a bit away just to watch I work.

He's gaze was too calm, too focused, like he's studying every little movement I made.

Until one afternoon, he finally approached me register.

He said calmly "I already know everything," he said-flat, but gentle.

I frowned. "Know what?"

He said in calmly tone "That you have a boyfriend... who's stingy, calculating, and always expects you to pay for him."

My heart stopped for half a second. "Bro, who are you? FBI? Police?"

"No," he replied casually. "Just forget your boyfriend. Use my money. Spend it all. I won't mind."

I glared at him. "YOU CRAZY OLD MAN!"

He didn't get offended.

In fact, he smiled-a small smile, like I had just gifted him something.

He said "At least you're being honest now."

From that day on, my life became a mess... because

He did not give up.

Every time I got off work, he appeared. Never touched me, never blocked my way he just followed safe distance while he's holding his suit

If I stop for a drink, he stopped. If I took a the bus, he drove his car slowly behind

I was annoyed. Extremely annoyed

I said " Why the hell are you following me!?" I snapped one night

He stood a few meters away, hands in his pocket, face calm as always

He said " I'm just making sure you get home safely"

I said " I'm sick of this! You're creepy!"

He smiled again

That small, infuriating smile that only made me more irritated.

He said "but you're still talking to me, that's enough for today" you said softly

I rolled my eyes and walked away, I go work dress swaying in the night breeze

But before I go too far, he voice followed quiet, smooth, and far too confident

He said "One day... You'll stop calling me a crazy old man"