ashesandwings

[ashesandwings]

the moment she had gone to the police, telling people that he was some kind of freak that was obsessed with her, his anger towards her began to balloon. loving someone doesn't make them a freak, how could she think that of him? after everything he'd done for her? he had to teach her a lesson, he had no other choice.

but she had made it impossible to find her.

he had to give her some credit, it took a lot of work to get to this moment. she had covered her tracks well so that he couldn't find her, but nothing that a bit of bribing from some that were close to her couldn't fix. he didn't like being played, especially when he thought they had something between them. to be hit with a protection order hurt the most, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from being with her.

kade smirked as he felt her tremble beneath his hand, his body pushing against hers as he spoke. "i've waited a long time to see you again." he said, his voice low as kept his hand over her mouth. "your security is pretty lax here, i've been sneaking in for the last two weeks almost daily." with his free arm he turned her so they were face to face, a smile creeping across his face as he saw the fear in her eyes. "how i've missed you darling."

he removed his hand from over her mouth, sliding it down to her upper arm and giving it a tight squeeze. even if she tried to run he could easily overpower her, but he didn't want to do that. he wanted her to want to be with him, no matter how crazy every one else told him that was.

"holly, baby..." he cooed, his face inches from hers as he spoke in a low, sultry tone. "you can't get rid of me that easily, you know that. so let's drop these stupid charges and be together like how we're supposed to be."

holly was actually having a pleasant morning. sure, remnants of sleep still clung to the sides of her mind like a guest overstaying their welcome, but that was nothing that another iced coffee couldn’t nip in the bud before her work day would officially avalanche into fast-paced responsibility.

last few weeks of her existence had been suspiciously calm — almost reaching up into the beginnings of a safe comfortability. if only she could’ve allowed herself to sink into that deceiving warmth. sure, it was like she could properly breathe again, like the weight of his presence had been lifted off her chest, rendering her lungs free, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still treading through dark, albeit silent, waters. it would’ve been foolish to nuzzle into the boat and stare up at the skies when danger could’ve been creeping below the surface, undetectable to the bare eye.

operating under her new default setting, her cornflower blues darted around her to surveil her surroundings before she sunk into her building, interior of the hotel-turned-mixed-use-building barely warmer than the brisk winter air blowing its freeze outside. whilst she couldn’t control the demon that decided to waltz into her life, she could exercise dominance over her schedule, which included arriving at least an hour early to the office so she could get set up and even bite into a bit of downtime before the hitting the grind. the scent of floral vanilla intensified the closer she got to her office door upon exiting the elevator; everyone who stepped into her professional abode always remarked on the fragrance before anything else they needed to ask or advise her about.

just as she was about to slide her key into the door, a frigid prickle crawled up the back of her neck, raising the baby blonde hairs housed there. she instinctively peered back over her shoulder only to find an empty hallway staring back at her. perhaps that second coffee wasn’t as necessary as she’d initially deemed. with the door unlocked, the blonde stepped into her space. usually, she would’ve immediately locked herself in, but the sight of her decorative vase toppled over on the floor instead of sat prettily on her desk stopped her in her tracks. before she could even make sense of the oddity, let alone begin to pick up the now-limp white roses lying sadly in their soppy mess, a brusque shove had her chest connecting with her wall, threatening to knock the air out of her.

“ what the f — ” she began, only to have her protests halted in her throat.

that voice.

her throat constricted as those lightly-shadowed eyes widened. no, no. this couldn’t be happening. not again. not like this.

“ no, ” she half-whispered, half-cried, hot tears boiling up in her lower lash line. it was all she could manage in that hellish moment. tote bag once hung on her shoulder, much like the vase, fell to the floor, her personal items spilling out with a pitiful series of clacks.

[ashesandwings]

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he could still remember the first time he'd seen them, when his obsession had been born.

they'd brushed shoulders at the market. it was a small moment, the other probably didn't even realize that was what started everything, but for kade it was when his entire world shifted. he became infatuated from that very moment and his stalking began. well, that's what the court documents will call it...stalking. after being told multiple times to leave them alone, the courts were finally involved. documents were written up and eventually he was told to keep his distance, and to not make contact with them.

but kade was never one for following the law.

so there he was, watching as they went early into their place of work with no one else there to bother them. it wasn't hard to get into the building, he'd been casing it for months and knew that one of the side doors was left unlocked before business hours so that the cleaning crew could get inside. he stayed hidden until they saw that the cost was clear and headed inside.

from there it was easy to find them, he knew their floor number by heart after all, and from there he knew their office was at the end of the hall. he crept down the hall, being careful to be silent until he slipped into their office. their back was turned to him, so he knew he didn't have much time. he quickly shut the door and locked it before grabbing them from behind and turning them around to shove them against the wall. he quickly covered their mouth with his hand before speaking: "did you really think a piece of paper was going to keep us apart?"

[ashesandwings]

single muse for kade

a sideblog for @angelicdxve

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[ashesandwings]

MUSE BIO: KADE

when you're born into a rich and affluential family, it only makes sense that you'd have the constant scrutiny of the world on you at all times. kade was used to being the fuck up, the one that his family just didn't have the patience to deal with anymore. when he was younger it would bother him, but as he grew older he realized that no matter how hard he worked...his family just couldn't care less.

so they'd keep up appearances. he'd go to family events and holiday dinners, and when the public would ask he would say that he loved his family very much but he needed to be able to live on his own and navigate the world, and his family would continue to bankroll his lavish and extravagant lifestyle. From drugs, to alcohol, to sex, kade wastes his days doing absolutely nothing helpful to society...and he couldn't care less.

people have their own ideas about what the young man does, but no one has the guts to call him on it. his family will silence you, and if that doesn't work he'll go and deal with you himself. his many deep rooted issues with his family have left lasting remarks, and his anger issues only grow more over time.