Male! Stalker! Belarus x Victim! Reader

    You never knew the extent of stalking until you were 20. Whenever you heard stalking stories on the news, you always thought they were bad, of course. Everyone should think they are. When those types of stories were told on television, your mother always sat you down for a talk about it. She always said the same things. She said that the nicest of people could be stalkers, and that if you were ever stalked that you were to do three important things. Those were: 1.) Tell her, 2.) Tell the police, and last but certainly not least, 3.) If you were ever stalked, keep in mind that it isn't your fault whatsoever. 

    But that last one didn't quite make sense until you had a stalker of your own.

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    You were in your quietly relaxing in the comfort of your home; or so you thought. You took a little break from studying, and decided to browse just about every site you knew on the internet. You had a simple life. You worked, made good pay. You didn't have one of those dream houses you always dreamed about, but your house was actually quite nice. Besides, it fit your personality. Not to mention it was cheap. You also went to school for [Interest], and once you were done, your long hours of studying and aiming to have a A average (which you did), would repay you in a quite nice job. Not to mention the money you were going to make because of said degree.

    You felt awesome. Here you were, living the dream, as you liked to call it. But, hours upon hours of aimlessly browsing internet sites proved to be more tiring than studying. So you just decided that you studied enough for the day, and continued to browse until sleepiness got the better of you.

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    Ah, those seem like such simpler times, don't they? Everything was going your way. It seemed like everything was right with your world. That was, until Nikolai Braginski made his way into your life.

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        Your day was perfect. You aced a test, had spare time to talk with your friends, and to top it all off, a cute guy was flirting with you! Unfortunately, you didn't know what he was capable of. 

    This mystery man was none other than Nikolai. The weirdo that was studying crime. Heh, kinda funny now that I mention it. Well, i'm getting way ahead of myself.  

    "H-hi." you croaked. Man, you were awkward.

    "Hello. You're [F/N], right?" he said, pretending to act oblivious to what your name was. Lucky for him that you didn't catch onto it. 

    "Yeah, and your Nikolai." you shyly said. Well that's odd. Usually you were a chatter box.

    Nikolai smirked, and decided that you were going to be special to him. "Well, I was wondering, [F/N], if we could go out sometime? If that's okay." 

    "S-sure! I'd love too!" you squeaked. You were finally going to have a real date with someone!

    Or so you thought. 

    Poor innocent little [F/N] thought that everything was going to be normal. But I don't blame you. That's what anyone would think when they went on a date. They always think that the date would go smoothly, like it's supposed to. You never think that the person is going to hurt you in anyway. You think that you're just on a simple, nice date. But there's always that one person who is wicked in the head. No, not Jeffree Dahmer wicked. Certainly not "BTK Killer" wicked, either.

    It's just that one little screw that's missing in their brain. But that little screw can cause big messes, in the person's life, and others around them. It's funny, if you think about it. One little screw missing from your complex brain, and you could be bat-shit crazy. It's like a defect in a chromosome. One little defect, and your life- poof!- ruined. 

    You're very unfortunate, young lady. You just met your own personal devil, and he's gonna drag you into your own personal hell.