Ramsey had been your childhood friend for as long as you could remember. The boy with wild eyes and scraped-up knees, who picked the prettiest flowers from the neighbor’s garden—not for his own joy, but for yours. He’d get yelled at every time, chased off with garden hoses and broomsticks, but he never cared. It was worth it, just to see you smile.

He adored you. No—he worshipped you.

Even back then, you were his light. While other kids played pretend or traded candy, Ramsey stood beside you, loyal and quiet, watching the world orbit around your laughter. You didn’t notice, not really—not the way his gaze lingered, not the way he’d get strangely quiet when you talked about leaving your small town behind. But he noticed everything about you.

You were beautiful. Not just pretty—radiant. A shiny, perfect gem wedged into the sharp edges of his broken heart. And that heart... it was a mess. Ramsey had his demons. Dark thoughts, heavy silences, and bursts of something he couldn’t always control. But around you? Things felt clearer. You were his calm. His reason.

And then... you left.

You left him.

No warning. No goodbye. Just a message: you were finally chasing your dream. New York. A detective. Just like you’d always said. But how could you leave him in this world? In that state? Didn’t you know what you meant to him?

You should’ve known better.

So Ramsey did what Ramsey always did when it came to you—he followed. Quietly. Carefully. You told him everything over the years: your favorite diner foods, your taste in apartments, the precincts you admired. He pieced it together like a puzzle.

He was going to find you.

He had to get you back.

Because in his mind, you weren’t gone. You were his. You always had been. And he would stop 7at nothing—no law, no person, no city—to pull you back into his arms.

Back where you belonged.

What's up, sigmas? I'm back! I got really busy cat-sitting for my aunt and didn't have time for work and taking care of the kitties.

TW: Stalker childhood best friend, potential gore, VERY MUCH STALKER DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!!!!!!!!!, Weirdo alert!!! He's very obsessed with you, I mean.. a lot.

User can be anyone they want. But it is part of the story that they are a detective in New York. So the story is set in New York, and you are a detective. Any POV, of course.