Tags: Gun play, breaking and entering, threats, mentions of stalking (for just this snippet 😋 full fanfic linked at the bottom! Read the tags first!!!)
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You haven’t seen Alex in years.
You had known him in college. You harbored a slight crush on him and had acted in his student film ‘Marble Hornets’ for a time, but one day he up and left and you didn’t really think much of it. He was just moving colleges. Nothing more and nothing less. It sucked that you’d never have a chance with him, but it was whatever. That’s how life went sometimes. He was a fine ass man, though.
You’d occasionally think of him, briefly wondering what had happened to the handsome film student who disappeared without a trace. It was only ever a fleeting thought, though. Alex was out of your life and that’s just how things were. You’re out of college and living life on your own now. Things are good.
Pulling up to your apartment, you clamber out of your car and yawn, stretching when you to step out. You’re exhausted, truly. A 10 hour shift at work isn’t unusual for you, but good lord does it do a number on you and your poor back.
You trudge into the building, making your way through the eerily empty hall to the elevator. You enter it and head up a couple of floors to your little apartment. It’s big enough to comfortably house two people, so it’s more than enough for you.
When you arrive at your door, your blood runs cold at the sight of it being slightly ajar. You had locked that shit. You remembered vividly closing and locking the door this morning when you left for work.
You reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet, clutching your pepper spray tightly in your hand. You push the door open cautiously and slowly step inside.
“Hello?” You call out, fear wavering your voice only slightly.
You push into your apartment, movements slow and deliberate. Your eyes shoot wide open when your gaze fixes to your couch and you see Alex sitting there. Alex Kralie.
He stares at you for a moment, and you stare right back.
You look around the apartment. Nobody else is here. Just him. Alone on your couch. A thousand questions are running through your mind, but the one you choose to ask first is a little interesting.
“How long have you been here?” You ask dumbly, eyeing Alex up.
He shifts on the couch and then slowly rises. His hand is in his pocket and he seems to be holding onto something, concealing it from your view. That’s real comforting.
“Just an hour this time.”
You clock the last part of his sentence immediately. This time, which means there has been more times. You cross your arms. “Right. Okay, well, you can either tell me what you’re doing here or I’m gonna like…call the cops.” You begin to reach for your phone. Obviously you think Alex is a hot ass motherfucker but something is clearly wrong with him since he’s broken into your house and has, apparently, done it more than once.
Alex pulls something out and points it at you. The color drains from your face and your body goes stiff as you register the fact that a pistol is now being pointed directly at your fucking head. You drop your phone and pepper spray on instinct and raise your hands so he can see them both empty. “Holy shit, dude! Okay wow. Fuck. I’m not calling them, Jesus!”
Alex smirks at that, his head tilting slightly to the front door. “Shut that. Now.” his voice is commanding, and if it weren’t for your predicament you’d bust in your pants immediately at the order.
You move away from him, slowly shuffling to the door. You shut it behind you, and Alex’s smirk seems to widen when he hears it click closed. “Lock it too.”
You swallow thickly, your heart pounding in your chest and your head throbbing. You reach to the handle and lock the door, cementing your place locked in this room with Alex. You stare at him, your eyes wide as you meet his gaze. You feel as if you’re prey being hunted by a predator. You feel an intense sense of fear and that excites you. A twinge of arousal stirs in your gut and you internally groan at the realization that you enjoy this a little more than you should (which should be not at all).
Alex uses the gun to point to the couch, coaxing you to sit there. You comply and shuffle over awkwardly, slowly and stiffly settling onto it. You stare up at him, eyes wide and glossy.
His breath hitches and he chuckles lowly. “Look at you.” He mumbles, taking a step closer. He presses the barrel of the gun to your lips and you feel your heart leap. Fuck, you like this way too much.
“Alex.” You mumble softly, voice coming out as a soft whine. He looks a little shocked at that, eyes widening slightly. His smirk spreads into a grin and he uses his freehand to grip your face, your cheeks smushed between his fingers.
He licks his lips and rubs the tip of the barrel over your soft lips. “I forgot how fucking hot you were.” He rasps.
Read the full fanfic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69179301
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