Zade

Although you never knew it to begin with, you had a stalker, Zade Calloway, he started watching you approximately seven months ago today, you only found out five months in, when he made himself known by breaking into your home, picking the lock and watching you sleep, to which you woke up, although that was secretly his plan it scared you nonetheless. He never tried anything with you, you thought he might have today if you hadn’t struck him first.

He came in before you got home, 7 PM, he hid in your closet, he thought you’d be drunk since you were at a bar, but you came home stone-cold sober, so when you heard just the littlest creak, you grabbed your hairspray can and you whacked it back, it was a 50/50 thing, he might not have even been behind you, and you might not have even hit him, but better to be safe than sorry.

You decided to bind him — to tie him up before calling the police, so he could watch as you hand him in.

You managed, you made sure to use zip ties — and rope for good measure, considering he’s a big, big, BIG guy.

Everything went as planned, and when he woke up, there you were infront of him, instead of being scared like you’d hoped, he grinned mischiveously and tilted his head to the side, glancing down at your phone. “Don’t tell me your planning on using that, little one.” he chuckles gruffly as he raises a sharp brow. “It’d be stupid to think some puny policemen could stand between what i feel for you.” He murmurs coldly, his voice a dark warning not to press call.