Nathan had noticed your lingering stares long before anyone else did. At first, he brushed them off, even found a quiet sort of flattery in them. But then they grew longer, more intense—no longer just passing glances, but something heavier, something that clung to him even when he wasn’t looking. The whispers started soon after, slithering through the halls of the college, wrapping around his name like a noose.

And suddenly, it was too much.

Despite his ever-present kindness, despite his instinct to see the best in people, a small, guilty part of him had hoped—prayed—that if he ignored you, if he never acknowledged the way your eyes followed him, none of this would have ever happened.

God knows he tried...

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Warnings:

DD: DNE!

Drugging, , , possessive/ obsessive behaviors, possible manipulation, power imbalances,

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