It was psychological grooming. He had cultivated a debt I could never repay, and he was calling in the interest.
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"You're tracking me," I whispered, horror mingling with a bizarre, twisted spike of adrenaline. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot
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He was breathtaking. He possessed sharp, aristocratic cheekbones, a jawline that looked carved from marble, and eyes the color of a stormy sea. Dark curls fell perfectly across his forehead. He looked less like a campus chivalrist and more like a dark romance novel brought to life.
My jaw dropped. The man who had just brutally beaten my stalker wasn't a heroic passerby. He was an admirer. A watcher. A stalker who was simply better at the game. Unwanted secret admirers: the four types of stalker
I leaned against the brick, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Thank you," I gasped, looking up. "I thought... I didn't know what to do."
You deserved safety from your stalker. And you deserved gratitude—not a life sentence—for surviving that trauma.
In that moment of adrenaline-soaked relief, I wanted to fall into his arms. He was my savior. He was breathtakingly handsome in the way a thunderstorm is beautiful—all sharp angles, dark eyes, and a magnetic, dangerous pull. But as he turned to me, the relief died in my throat.