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The Admirer Who Fought: Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot

I should have run. Every instinct I’d suppressed for months should have erupted. But fear does strange things to the brain. It toggles a switch that says, This person solved the problem. This person is the solution. I thanked him. I let him drive me home. I gave him my number.

The language of safety is the most effective weapon ever invented. Because how can you argue with someone who says, I’m only doing this because I care ? That’s like arguing with a glass of water. You just drink it and wonder why you’re drowning. The turning point came three months into our relationship. I was late coming home from a dentist appointment. My phone had died. I walked into the apartment to find Aidan sitting in the dark, perfectly still, like a spider at the center of a web. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

It started with small things. He didn’t like my best friend, Jenna. “She’s reckless,” he said. “She puts you in danger.” Then he didn’t like my job. “Your boss doesn’t respect you. Quit. I’ll support you.” Then he didn’t like me going anywhere without telling him first. “After what happened with Mark, I just need to know you’re safe.” I should have run

He stood up. For a moment, I saw Mark in him. Not the same face, but the same hunger . The same need to possess. He had fought off my stalker not because he opposed stalking, but because he wanted the territory for himself. Mark was the wolf at the door. Aidan was the wolf inside the house, who had simply killed the other wolf so that there would be no competition for the kill. It toggles a switch that says, This person