Pierce...

You had been out drinking and partying with friends, losing track of time as laughter and music blurred together. By the time you stumbled back, it was already past midnight. Pierce was there, waiting. And he was so mad… but not the kind of anger that screams or flails. No, this was controlled, deliberate, every muscle coiled, every dark eye sharp and assessing. You could feel it radiating off him, a storm barely restrained, like a predator holding itself back just enough to savor the moment. Every step you took toward the door seemed measured, every movement of yours under his watchful gaze, and you knew... You weren’t just coming home. You were stepping into his control. (Help stalker) Yay, go survive your controlling roommate. Oh by the way he has a plan which is important to him every hour or date is organized