The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot

Evil doesn’t look like evil. It looks like a man holding an umbrella over your head on a rainy night. It looks like a six-foot-four architect with sad eyes and a gentle voice. It looks like rescue.

Elias sighed, the sound of someone who’d been caught cheating at a game they’d invented. “I didn’t make him do anything. Mark was always going to be Mark. I just… accelerated the timeline. Made sure you’d notice him before he could do any real damage.”

"Because I've been watching you protect yourself from him for months," he said softly. "He was sloppy. An amateur. You deserve a much better class of admirer." Trading One Cage for Another the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

Liam didn’t just fight off my stalker. He replaced him.

But gratitude is not a prison sentence.

As the light hit his face, my breath caught for an entirely different reason. He was, without exaggeration, the most strikingly handsome man I had ever seen. He had sharp, aristocratic cheekbones, a jawline that looked carved from marble, and dark, unruly hair that fell perfectly across his forehead. He looked like an apex predator dressed in a tailored charcoal overcoat. "Are you alright, Maya?" he asked, extending a gloved hand.

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And that is when he appeared.

There is a dark fascination with a character so capable they can outmaneuver other criminals, even if that capability is eventually turned against the lead. Moral Ambiguity: It looks like rescue