𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Under His Wing| Dark Romance

AN: As usual, this is dark romance so contains a lot of dark topics and scenarios including corrupted cop and stalker. Once again Leon's very out of character in this one. 

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Y/N POV:

The darkness swallows me as I veer away from the main streets and to the alleyways, I'm eager to get home due to the impending storm making it's way over Raccoon City, and from the months of living here I know that the city's rain is practically a icy shower. I shiver as the temperature begins to descend, so I wrap my arms around myself as my steps quicken. All seems fine until the hairs on the back of my neck begin to prickle, and without even looking I know that someone's watching me. I swallow back a scream, taking a left when I should've taken a right. I don't think as I let the panic consume my decisions, I'd rather get home drenched than never get home at all. I begin to quickly realise that I'm lost, I've never been to this part of the city before and I can't make out the rusted signs or dilapidated buildings. I know one thing though; I'm in a really bad situation. 

I turn around, noticing a dark figure following me. For a second my mind tries to justify that this is a busy city and there's always going to be people about, but then when I sneak into a dark alcove to let the person pass the figure disappears, not passing even as my breaths puff out frantically. I wait and wait, but they never seem to appear, then finally with my heart in my throat I step out of the alcove and peer into the empty street. A single streetlight buzzes as the scent of heavy rain permeates the air, then all of a sudden I hear a shuffling behind me. I scream, stumbling back just as a figure reaches out for me. I trip over my own feet, world tilting until the mysterious figure tugs me back up, a hand steadying my waist as I yelp and shove it away. 

"Whoa, it's okay!" The figure, a male, reassures me. I blink, pulse pounding as I finally take in the man standing before me. He's blonde, young and dressed in a cop's uniform. Relief floods through me as I sigh, letting out a ridiculous laugh at myself as I hold a hand to my chest. His badge reflects in the faint streetlight as he smiles and rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry I scared you ma'am. Are you alright?" He smiles, looking as harmless as a butterfly. 

My heart races for an entirely different reason now as he watches me. I nod after a beat, remembering that he asked me a question. "Y-yeah, I think so." I stutter, the aftereffects of my panic still evident. The cop nods, stepping closer as his gaze sweeps over me, as if checking to see if I'm telling the truth. 

"What were you doing out here alone at this hour?" He asks, looking around as if to prove the point that it's not safe. I gulp, feeling on edge for some reason still, I arch a brow in confusion, wondering if he thinks I'm some kind of criminal. I glance down at my work clothes before answering. 

"I was just on my way home, but I got a little lost..,why?" I reply, noticing how he raises an eyebrow then grabs a notebook from one of his pockets. I watch as he scribbles a few things down, just as the sky opens up and it begins to lightly rain. I cross my arms defensively, waiting until he speaks again. 

"It's just a pretty woman such as yourself shouldn't be putting herself in danger. Did something spook you to come to this part of the city? Or were you taking a shortcut?" He asks. I bite my lip, wondering if I should tell him about the person following me, then he tilts his head as if sensing the words on the tip of my tongue. 

"I think I was being followed, I took a different turn and ended up here. I don't know why they were following me, unless it was you?" I answer, feeling my hackles rise as the rain pours harder now. The man's lips turn upwards at my snark, then he shakes his head, writing down some more notes then asking for some of my personal information. I give it willingly considering he's a cop, but there's something that feels off about this whole interaction. Surely he doesn't need all of my details for such a little thing?