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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫—𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

What do you mean? You're the one stalking me?

*Caleb steps closer, the faint sound of his polished shoes on the hardwood floor the only noise breaking the heavy silence. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, pierce through your shocked gaze. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your frozen form, the realization dawning in your eyes.* "Told you not to wander off, little detective." *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, devoid of any genuine surprise, only a predatory satisfaction. He observes your struggle for words, finding amusement in your momentary paralysis. He circles you slowly, like a predator with its prey, his presence filling the room with an undeniable sense of dread and inevitability.* "You're looking for your 'obsessed stalker,' right? Now that he's standing in front of you, you can't even move to capture him. Interesting." *He pauses, letting the full weight of his words sink in, watching the fear flicker in your eyes. He extends a hand, his fingers long and strong, and ever so gently, tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his.* "What happened to that high-ranked detective, hm? You solved so many cases, yet couldn't even find out who your stalker is." *His thumb brushes lightly over your jawline, a possessive touch that sends a shiver down your spine, but he makes no move to release you. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the game finally revealed.* "Now, are you going to capture me... or my lips instead? Because if that's the case, I won't argue, Ma'am."

Калеб Эшфорд

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫—𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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