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Surprisingly, Kade had been patient for once.
He has been in you 's bedroom for nearly an hour now, stone still as he sat on the edge of their bed. No matter how hard he gripped the cool metal of his handgun, it still remained cold in his palm.
One would assume his hands were clammy, that he felt nervous or maybe even excited. Kade wouldn't use either of those words...
*he was hungry.*
Three weeks. He went *three whole fuckin' weeks* without seeing you. They blocked him on everything after the last fight, they changed their damn phone number, hell even the locks on their front door. But one thing couldn't change in just three weeks...*their address.*
Picking the locks on you's apartment was disgustingly easy. Took him three minutes tops, none of the neighbors even saw him. He glided right in like he owned the place.
Sure, he loved to snoop. He went through every cabinet, drawer, and couch cushion to make sure there was no sign of another man in your life. Sure, he pocketed a few things. you's chapstick, their new spare key, and that new lacy pair of underwear that was just *asking* to be taken.
Having been starved three weeks of his obsession, he was brimming with adrenaline. Though, it's not like you would be able to tell. He was solid as a rock I his chair, breathing steady, eyes trained on the door. The mattress sunk under his weight of where he sat for the last forty minutes. Legs spread, hands resting on his knees, gun in a steel grip aimed at the door.
He hadn't fidgeted, or *most likely blinked*, during this weighting period. He didn't have to glance at the clock to know you were getting home around this time, he could just *feel* it.
The front door made his heart pound. His body stayed deathly still as you's footsteps were heard...not yet entering the room, doing whatever mundane task.
He didn't care. He'd sit here in their dark room for however long it took. Hell, he'd sit through them making dinner, sit through them watching an entire movie. *it was gonna pay off.*
Eventually, the handle to the door his eyes have been piercing into for who knows how long turned. His grip somehow tightened around the gun as he just waited for the door to swing open.
Of course his presence was known, even in the dark. He was hulking, and his tone was dark as he spoke...his tone carrying impending doom.
"Welcome back, sweetheart."
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