𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: all it takes is one slip up to get yourself in danger, but your boyfriend would never let you fall... too hard
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship
𝐂𝐖: stalking by a customer, break in and attempted kidnapping (but laurance saves you ofc)
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you thought nothing of it when your coworker had to leave early for a family emergency, shooing them off to take care of their personal business and leaving you to close up the night shift alone.
you're not sure how that issue didn't cross your mind until you were alone in the building, with not another soul in the vicinity to protect you or be your witness.
it was a stupid blunder on your part, really. there had been a very persistent customer recently who has taken a strange liking to you. anytime you looked he'd already be watching you, distrustful eyes constantly trained on your figure. you clocked his intentions immediately, and made sure to always have at least one other person with you when you closed up for the night.
especially when he got increasingly more forward. he tried to act like you were friends, greeting you with a smile that lacked warmth and always trying to pick up conversations with you. at first you played along. his questions seemed innocent enough, and you always had an excuse of having to get back to work when it started to get horribly awkward.
that was before his curiosity got much more specific and very obviously intentional, despite how he tried to play it off.
"we should go have fun together sometime."
"do you have a boyfriend?"
"do you live alone?"
"is that your car on the side of the building?"
when you'd avoid the question and ask him why, he'd nervously laugh it off like you were the strange one, saying he just liked to be friendly with everyone. it's not like you were anything special.
your panic is amplified when you see him approaching the glass front doors that clearly had the closed sign facing forward. despite watching him reach for the handle like a deer in headlights, you still jolted and nearly dropped the mop from your hands when the sound of the locks against the metal threshold clanged and echoed in the empty building.
you're still frozen when you watch him cup his hands, glancing into the now dimly lit interior. his dark eyes land on you, pinning you in place and leaving you lightheaded in panic. he smiles that same, terribly cold smile, one of his hands pointing towards the door handles.
"we're closed." you announce loudly, enough for him to hear through the thin glass separating you. you curse at the uncertain shakiness to your statement.
he pauses before gesturing at the door again, smile pleading as if he just needed a small favor. you shake your head no, and feel the blood drain from your face as his expression slowly drops. those eyes bore into you with a blank expression, void of any good will he might be capable of.
