Lance studied the features of his subject. soft looking black hair, pale skin, and concentrated eyed. The man wasn't ugly-not even in the slightest, and yes, Lance could admit that. He didn't see it as a problem that he found another man attractive, he figured it just made his job easier.

The hispanic man worked as a hitman, though on occasion he'd kill just for the sake of it. No one ever peeped that it was him, because they knew that the second they did, he'd find out and give them his shit eating grin and say sayonara to them on the dot. Lance wasn't a terrible person, he was pretty chill (annoying) and had lots of friends (two or three maybe), but he needed a way to make money and he saw this as better than having to work at a strip club, but don't doubt that he considered it. Because he did.

Now back to the college student he was scoping out. Keith...he'd been watching him for a while, actually, and had always thought it'd be interesting. Keith looked so interesting, like he'd either put up a huge fight or just let it happen. And Lance wanted to find out which was true, which would be most accurate. At the same time, though, the tanned man couldn't help but want to grow closer to the other, and that was his predicament.

"HEY!" A raspy woman's voice pierced his ears. Shit, it was the headmistress.

Okay, so Lance hadn't exactly thought through his habit of crouching outside of the windows of Keith's classes. It'd gone over his head that someone might see him and think-well know-that he was up to no good. Scrambling to his feet, Lance bowed and gave a quick apology before sprinting away towards his dormitory.

As he sat down on the bed in his dorm, Lance ran a hand through his brown hair and laughed breathily. It was a little shocking to almost get in trouble like that. And yet,he felt a little rush from it.

The man laid back on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling and shaking his head. "What am I going to do?" He murmured, just to himself, of course. "I need to figure out what I'm going to do. Shiiiiiit."

Lance ended up falling asleep in the bed like that, and since he didn't have any classes that day, it didn't really matter. It was just a nap, anyway, as he woke up a few hours later at around 5 pm. He knew Keith would be heading to a coffee shop or some other bullshit place around now, so the man got up and quickly changed clothes, checking his watch to make sure it was the right time to leave and "coincidentally" run into the black haired man. The student wasn't thinking about what he was going to do when he caught up with him, exactly, but he was sure it'd be best if he at least tried to meet up with him and decide on impulse when he got there what to do.

Upon arriving at the coffee shop and, ever so coincidentally like he planned, he saw Keith. Keith didn't see him, though, as the other was scoping out the menu like he didn't know what he was going to get. Lance knew what he was going to get. He also knew there was no point in Keith checking out the board, because he always got the same thing, but since it helped Lance keep a routine, he was fine with him doing so.

The hispanic man ended up chickening out from saying anything at first because, albeit being able to kill people without feeling too much remorse, he was a bit shy to say things besides insults to Keith's face. But he didn't want to insult him today, he wanted to be smooth. Keith walked outside and down an alley he always took as a shortcut back to his own dorm, and like usual, Lance followed, whistling a little to make himself less suspicious. Of course, it made him more suspicious, but Keith pretended not to notice him at all.

Finally, Lance felt the courage build inside him and he quickened his pace to catch up to Keith. However, right before he could, three tough looking guys came up and covered Keith's mouth with a rag until he clearly passed out, then they dragged him away. The brown haired man took off after them, feeling adrenaline course through his veins as his future victim/crush was taken away by some bulky guys in a dark alley. When he'd gotten to where he figured their getaway vehicle was, he was too late. The black mercedes had already pulled away with Keith in it.

The car had tinted windows, so Lance couldn't exactly tell who was inside, and he couldn't think of anyone else who would've taken his prey. Was it a random kidnapping? He'd never seen anyone else scoping him out in all of the days, months, maybe even years that he'd been watching him, so he couldn't imagine who it would've been. He didn't doubt that others liked Keith; who wouldn't? He looked appealing, was talented at art, and despite being an idiot sometimes, was kinda smart. This was all observed on Lance's part but even so! He felt like he knew Keith better than anyone else could or ever would.

There was no known relatives of Keith's that were anywhere near the school, so that was out of the question for Lance to find. There was no ransom note left in his stead, which honestly Lance would've paid had there been one, so that was another negative. Also there was the fact that he hadn't seen Keith with any friends all of this time, so that was no help, either. No one would know anything, but still. He had to try, and he was willing to. Keith belonged to Lance, even if it was just in the latter's mind. Even he knew that the first 24 hours after a victim has been kidnapped were the most critical, and he planned on using them to the fullest extent possible.