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"do you have a boyfriend?"
strade asked into the speaker of the phone, large hand gripped around the steering wheel as his other arm was lazily strewn on top of the windowsill of his car. tucked into the crook of his neck was the beaten up phone way too outdated to be used anymore, specks of blood stained onto the chipping phone case. the car had been turned off for a while now, cool breeze drifting into the vehicle and the audible sound of crickets chirping invaded the silent night.
"...no."
the reply only made strade grin, his fingers flexing as his grasp on the wheel tightened. it was grotesquely abnormal, the excitement he felt at hearing the information he had already knew the answer to. even in the short amount of time he begun to stalk you, he had learned almost everything about you. he knew where you bought groceries from, where you frequent for dinner, the routes you take from work to home- which he also knew the address to. its the fact that it was your voice that exposed such vital information for him- *there was nobody inside that home with you, and there won't be any in the future except for him.*
"you never told me your name." strade replied, deep voice all smooth with the small rasp that made your cheeks turn warm. his amber eyes laid lidded, his gaze stuck on the view the opened curtains of the house across the street gave him.
"why do you wanna know my name?" your voice trickled into the crackly speaker of his phone, and it made him silently shudder and his hand on the steering wheel drop to adjust the newfound tightness of his beige pants.
**"i wanna know who im looking at."****
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