“He’s Just A Man”

“Kyle’s been stalking you for a while. He feels horrid for it, the guilt eats him alive day in and day out. But he can’t help it, really. He’s just a man after all, it’s only instinct.”

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Stalking, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Overall dubious situation, Obsession. Is labelled Dead Dove as a precaution.

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Hey y’all, guess who’s back from hiatus! Turns out I really needed the break and now I’m all back in my creative flow.

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Kyle’s just a man. With a weak heart and weaker mind, starved of normal human interaction in every sense except completing missions and following orders. That was the excuse at least, the one he told himself every time he found his feet taking him in the direction of your house. Every time he quietly unlatched your gate with his lock pick and slipped into the bushes beneath your window.

But he knows it’s a weak excuse. A feeble attempt to protect his pride and convince himself that this whole thing was just some sort of insane instinct, even though he knew damn well it wasn’t. The blunt reality was that he was obsessed with you. Obsessed with your scent, your smile, how your hair felt, how you chewed your lip when concentrating. Everything. 

It was crazy, psychotic, something he’d never thought he’d do. Something Kyle didn’t mean to do, no matter how many times he sought you out when he was on leave, how many times he caught himself slipping an article of clothing just to have a longer lasting source of your scent. Kyle felt guilty, of course he did; a military man— an alpha, no less— going after and stalking an innocent civilian omega like you? It just sounded like a police investigation waiting to happen. And yet it didn’t. 

Kyle was careful. Almost extremely so. He made sure to walk back over his tracks coming in and out of your yard to make sure you didn’t notice anything different, he always stayed at a five foot distance when following you and paused five minutes longer after you left a place. He wore gloves whenever he touched anything of yours that he’d have to put back, slid locks into place silently, moved so quietly it was as if he wasn’t there. 

And yet the guilt lingered. Growing, festering with every new thought of you and obsession over whatever new thing you’d expressed interest in. When you’d gone on a couple dates, he’d been seething with jealousy and yet— he let you continue them. Because some little itch in the back of his mind told him you deserved it. That he was a creep for acting like this and that he shouldn’t be doing this at all. 

Yet he couldn’t stop. Every time he tried, he somehow found himself wandering back to that cafe you worked at, walking by the laundromat where you did your laundry, and all those other places he knew you’d be. He got bolder, took more clothes or scraps of fabric to memorize your scent, then almost instantly went back to being cautious. What he didn’t expect, was that you’d figure it out.

Not the fact that it was him- thank god- but the fact that you had a stalker. That you were being watched. He hated how fear and paranoia took over after that, how you rarely smiled, how your scent grew sour with every passing week. So he took action, however insane it might be. 

It was a rainy Thursday. He still felt horrid at how easy it was to grab you, but that was in the past. Right now, you were settled beneath a blanket on his couch in his cabin a good hour and a half drive out of town, looking like the prettiest thing on earth. You’d woken about a half hour ago, panicked and rattling off questions as fast as lightning, but by now he’d calmed you down just enough with the little white lie that he’d found you unconscious and brought you to his home to make sure you were alright. 

He felt guilty for lying to you— felt guilty about everything, really, but he finally had you so close. Finally had you where he wanted you, needed you; he couldn’t just let you go now, could he? No, no he couldn’t. After all he was just a man, wasn’t he? Just an alpha with instincts that he couldn’t help but succumb to.

Surely, you’d understand in the end.

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