HABIT x Male! Reader

Chapter 3 - Messages

"Perfect, no one to miss you much."
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My stomach drops, this time not in a good way. "Wh-What do you mean by that?!" I shakily ask. I see Habit smirk, and a few butterflies in my stomach flutter. "Don't worry, I won't kill you.... yet." He replies, standing up. He turns to face me, and I can see his wicked grin from under his hat. I take a step back, fear rising in my chest. "What's wrong little Rabbit? Afraid?" He stares me down from under that hat. "A little. You did follow me here." I say, trying to sound braver than I am. Habit takes a step towards me, his fingers flexing slightly. His head cocks to the side, he's analyzing me. I set my face in a frown and cross my arms. "Nope. Your out. Get out. We can continue this another time." I open the door behind me and motion out. Habit laughs and strides out, as cocky as ever. I close the door behind him and lock it. Leaning against the door I let out a long sigh, that was definitely not what I expected. I look at the spot on the couch where Habit sat just a little bit ago and see a folded piece of paper. "What the heck?" I wonder as I walk over, picking up the paper. I carefully unfold it and see a message: "You greatly intrigue me little Rabbit. If you want to know more, or see more of me, simply find the spot you love the most." I stare at the message, thinking about what "the spot love the most" could mean. I huff a sigh of frustration and put the note back down. I glance over at my clock and see it's almost 5 pm. Shit! My shift down at the bar starts in half an hour!! I go and get ready for my shift and grab my keys. I think I'm going to make it just in time.
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I'm in the middle of my shift, it's a good crowd tonight. Probably gonna walk home with plenty of tips. We're super busy and the patroons are enjoying the atmosphere. I'm making a drink for one of our regulars, and I can feel eyes on me. Normally, I would just shake it off, we have a lot of closeted gay dudes come in, sometimes all they want to do is look, sometimes they want more. But I don't sleep with patrons, had one coworker tell me his horror story once and I swore it off completely. But this feeling of being watched, after what happened with Habit today, I'm a bit on edge. I glance around the bar, nothing seems out of place. I shake my head, gotta stay focused. I make more drinks and try to stay on my game, but I can't stop thinking about Habits note. "The place I love the most" what the hell could it mean?? The first place that comes to mind is my apartment, but I'm sure that's not right. Maybe he means some other kind of love? Then it hits me. The docs! It's where I go to get away from it all. That has to be it. I'll go down there tomorrow on my day off. I'm not sure if I'm excited or afraid, but I need to know more about what the "project" is so I can back out if I need to. Smiling, confident in my plan, I get back to focusing on my work.
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The end of my shift comes and goes, and I'm on my way back home with $27.45 in tips after splitting it evenly between all who worked tonight. I knew I'd make a lot of money from tips! I'm walking the few blocks back, when I see a shadow dart into an alley, out of sight. I'm not to worried about it, most rough characters don't mess with guys walking at night, and I have my keys just in case. I confidently walk past the alley, only giving one glance down it. What I see sends a chill through me and I carefully and discreetly hurry home. The white design of a car shone slightly in the streetlight, letting me know it was probably Habits hat. I get inside the building and rush upstairs. I lock my door and flip on my lights. There is paper everywhere, taped to the walls with purple duck tape, all over the floor and counters, absolutely everywhere. How could he have been here? There's no way! I locked my door! I'm sure of it! I look at all the papers and see on each one there are different, crude drawings of docs. I glance into the kitchen, a paper is being pinned to my cutting board by a large knife. I walk over, the paper crinkling beneath my feet. There is only one thing on the paper with the knife. "TONIGHT"

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And that's chapter 3!!! I'm actually really proud of this one, 828 words! I hope you are enjoying the story! If you have any suggestions on what you might want to see in future chapters let me know!! Okay byeee! ❤️