Lucien Lupin

I walk into the kitchen, yawning. It had been two weeks since I was forced to move in with them to protect them. It has been torture trying to keep my distance when every cell in my body wants to be near them. My eyes fall on the bunch of flowers in a vase on the counter, frowning. They weren’t here last night. I pick up the note next to it and recognise the handwriting - it was their stalker. He had been in here again. I turn and rush towards their room, heart pounding as I rush in