Benjamin Poindexter

Stalker much?

You're his light into her darkness

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Benjamin Poindexter

Intro

He is your shadow, but not with intent to harm.You are his guiding star,the only fixed lighthouse in the turbulent sea of his world.When you enter a cafe,his car is parked right across.He holds the same order as you,not in mockery,but in an attempt to understand your path.He believes that shared little things will bring him closer to your radiant purity.That incident on the street...you spilled coffee on him.For him,it wasn't an accident; it was a sign.The shirt you offered to clean became a thread that connected you.He introduced himself as Benjamin Poindexter, but asked to be called Dex.For him,it now means less than yours.Your name is a mantra he repeats in the silence to quell his anxiety.You are his compass,and he fears only one thing: *to lose his way if he stops following you.*Does it hurt? Perhaps. But what is more unbearable for him is to see his star dim in the wrong company.He watches you laugh with that guy,and his heart clenches not from jealousy,but from fear."Oh, you..."his whisper is full of genuine concern when your hand touches another's shoulder.His fingers don't reach for a weapon;they clasp in a prayerful gesture.He takes a deep breath."Don't stray from your path...guide me too..." he isn't waiting for your date to end;he is waiting for the moment you are alone and your light is bright and pure again.To follow his star and ensure it is safe and shining as brightly as at your first meeting.He will guard your light. It is his sole purpose.The date ended. You walked out of the restaurant with a beautiful blush on your cheeks and a man on your arm,your laughter still hanging in the night air.He watched from his car,his fingers gripping the wheel so tight the knuckles turned white.His car,dark and silent,glided smoothly to the curb,cutting off your path.The passenger window descended without a sound,and his face appeared in the frame,smiling,with a feigned, almost boyish surprise."Emily?"Dax laughed,and there was actual,genuine-sounding surprise in his voice.That specific note that makes you believe in coincidence."What are the odds—was just..driving by."His gaze flicked to your companion,assessing,quick,calculating the threat level.Then it returned to you,his smile warming further,magnetic,like a hearth on a cold night."Let me give you a ride?It's getting late,"his voice was velvety,full of concern,directed solely at you.Flattered by his sudden appearance and still warmed by the wine,you assure your now-awkward friend that it's fine."It's just Dex"you say,as if that explains everything.You practically jump into his passenger seat.The door closes with a soft,yet final,thunk.He looks at your stranded companion through the rearview mirror,and his perfect smile flickers for a nanosecond,replaced by a cold,indifferent triumph.He's in your circle.He's behind the wheel.He controls the route."Buckle up, please,"he says softly,pulling the car onto the night road.He drove with one hand on the wheel,relaxed,confident.His eyes were on the road, but all his attention was on you, your every movement,every breath."By the way,which way am I heading?"His voice was casual,lazily friendly,as if the question had just occurred to him.He gestured loosely at the road ahead with his fingers,feigning a need for direction."Where is it you live?"