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

"You saw what happened last time, Elena," he’d whisper, his hand lingering on the small of my back. "There are monsters out there. You need someone who knows how to handle them."

In that moment, I realized the horrifying truth: The admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot, because unlike Mark, Caleb was competent . Mark was a bumbling, pathetic nuisance. Caleb was a strategic predator. And he was beautiful. And I had let him into every corner of my life. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

The Man I Admired, Who Helped Me Get Rid of a Stalker, Turned Out to Be an Even Worse One! "You saw what happened last time, Elena," he’d

We want to believe that the man who saves you cannot possibly be the next monster. We want to believe that the exit from one nightmare is an entrance into a sanctuary. But life, unlike the movies, has a sick sense of irony. Sometimes, the knight who slays the dragon doesn’t take you to a castle. He takes you to a deeper, darker dungeon—and he looks devastatingly beautiful doing it. Mark was a bumbling, pathetic nuisance

If you find yourself in the care of a "savior," watch for these signs:

It happened in the dim alleyway behind my building. I heard the quickening footsteps, the scrape of a boot on asphalt, and then a hand gripped my shoulder. I opened my mouth to scream, but before the sound could escape, a shadow materialized from the darkness.