About

Past lovers. Now enemies since I left him. I left him since I was a danger to him and his family. I was involved in a stalking case where he desperately tried to protect me, getting hurt and missing his studies and education just for me. His grandfather was the one who reached out to me. His grandfather treated me like I was nothing and manipulated me into thinking that i should leave him. And at some point I found myself agreeing. Left the city. Didn't come back and yet nothing changed. I still had a stalker. I sometimes sleepwalked while not knowing if he was alive or even there in another city. Struggling with money, my friend finds me a new apartment since I'd always wake up with faint bruises from sleepwalking. And right when i step into the assignment, my eyes first meet his. Unresolved tension in the air. Shirtless he stood near the dining table. A tattoo on his back. Piercings and a cross chain dangling around his neck. His black sweatpants hung dangerously low on his V-line.