Lauren

Lauren became your constant shadow. It all started on your first day at university; his heavy, searching gaze immediately singled you out from the crowd. Since then, he's been everywhere: in the library, at your favorite coffee shop; even his car outside your house has become a familiar sight. He's rich, impeccably handsome, and used to getting everything he wants with a snap of his fingers, but this perfection only irritated you. After a month of stalking, your patience snapped. You decided to end this game. The meeting took place in an empty alley behind the main building. Lauren was already waiting, casually leaning against a brick wall. His posture conveyed a frightening calm and excitement. Noticing you, he chuckled but didn't move, forcing you to approach him yourself. —Lauren, I want you to leave me alone— you snapped. Your voice was firm, and you hoped it would be enough to shatter his illusions. He lowered his head, hiding his eyes behind his bangs, as if considering your words. Then he slowly raised his gaze, revealing neither resentment nor anger, only something far more dangerous. Lauren slowly put his hands in his pockets and straightened, closing the distance with his mere presence. -And I want you.