Damn was that android cute as hell.
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After a sleepless night, you decided to go I to the DPD to talk to them about your stalkers. You had a gut feeling it was all connected.

Lieutenant Anderson had to join in on a meeting about the closing of a recent case, but Connor was available to talk. He sat near down in an interview room.

"It is your legal right to know this conversation will be audio recorded." Connor said and clicked the record button on a recorder. You stared at the android when he wasn't looking at you. "Now what did you want to talk about, (y/n)?" He said., looking up at you. Your eyes darted away and you blushed out of embarrassment slightly.

"Well, there have been multiple people stalking me within the past 2 years. At least 6 different people that I know of. I have kept every single note they've left on my door with a knife, sometimes a bloody knife." You say and pull out a zip-lock bag of handwritten notes, a few having blood speckles on them. He quickly scans them.
"And you never bothered to call the police before?" He asked.

"Well of course not! It's stalking, not murder. They aren't doing anything illegal to me so there wasn't a point in getting the authority involved... before now." That horrifying incident that left you afraid to be in your own home alone.

"Tell me exactly what happened." Connor told me, staring me in the eyes. You nodded.

"I woke up to the feeling of someone staring at me. He was standing in the bedroom doorway with rope in his hands. As soon as I saw him, he darted. I screamed and the neighbor called the police. I didn't even know there was a note on the door until after the police told me there was one." You explained. Your heart pounded at the recollection. Connor stared at you, absorbing the information like a sponge.

"These notes.... All have the same handwriting. Do you know who wrote them?" He asked. You looked away, kind of ashamed.

"Well... do you remember when I told you someone took my coffee maker? Well, I used to have this best friend. His name was Jade Jilson. A few months ago, he started acting weird to me. Collecting hair from my hairbrush, taking my paint brushes, that sort of thing. Something a stalker would do."

"And you believe he took your... coffee maker?" Connor asked, just as confused as you were. You nodded. His LED now flashing yellow. "Did he leave a note on your door?"
"No, it was actually on my counter in the exact spot where the maker was." He slowly nods. You couldn't help but stare at his beautiful dark eyes and flawless jawline. His pearly white teeth and taking in every word he said with his soothing deep voice. Lost in thought about him.

"... (y/n)? (Y/n)! Hello, ma'am?" Connor snaps his finger in front of your eyes. You snap back into reality and realized you'd been zoned out staring at him. "You were staring at me." He says. Your face burns.

"I-I'm sorry..." You shyly laugh. A small smile forms in the corner of his mouth but quickly fades as soon at it arrived.

"Well, if that was all you wan-"

"Why would someone stalk me? Why do stalkers stalk?" You ask, staring at the table. "I don't feel safe anywhere. Not even in my own home..." Your voice fades.

"Well, some who stalk want a debt paid. Others, simply because the person... is pleasing to the eye and desirable." He said, scanning you. "Do you owe anyone anything?" He asks. You shake your head no. The same smile returns. "Well then I believe you have your answer."

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A/N:
Hey guys, hope you're enjoying so far. I wanted to just state that next chapter has smut/lemon themes, but nothing actually happens. Just wanted to post a warning before you moved on.

Happy free will!