Penguin: Hello chibis! I'm SO SORRY this is late! I got my laptop taken away for NO REASON and it was supposed to be for a whole week, but I got it back today. I seriously don't know why my aunt took it away, but she took it away on Sunday, so I couldn't update on Monday. And yes, there'll be an update tomorrow. I apologize for the wait. I only have the chapters on my computer, they're not on the family computer, so there was just no way I could update.

~Responses to MMTT~

ImperialOtaku: Thank you! I like their relationship too. And I can't wait for you to read it!

Pinksakura271: Thank you. I'm still recovering from that day. Well I didn't want him to have a mansion because he's lived in a mansion his whole life x'D Well, with dreams, I'd say you already made the choice but it's my opinion. I feel like everyone's going to become detectives trying to figure out who is the stalker xD

Panteabooks: Thank you.

Cascade00: Me too! And they already have so, I believe. I just don't remember what chapter it is.

Alyss Mainwaring: I'm glad! :D

Kunonakume: I've never heard of Sin City. And thank you!

Nathanael tossed his coat over his chair and keyed up his computer. Adrien Agreste. Having his and Marinette's old classmate in the picture changed fucking everything.

Adrien Agreste has plenty of money. Plenty of power. And plenty of secrets. The man had burst onto the security scene a few years ago, seemingly wanting to step away from his father's footsteps of becoming the model his father wanted him to be.

His eyes were wrong. Whenever Adrien looked at Marinette, the guy's eyes changed. There was need in his stare, lust, anger…

Possession.

The fellow looked at Marinette Dupain Cheng as if the woman was his, when Marinette was singing a different story when he questioned her about any relationships she might have in the city.

"I heard about the attack on Ms. Dupain Cheng." His partner said as he came toward Nathanael. Theo (A/N: I'm using Theo from the episode Copy Cat for Nathanael's partner because I have other purposes for the classmates Adrien and Marinette had.) had been a cop for 3 years, after he had quit art school. Theo had seen plenty of hell on the beat during those years. His grizzled face reflected his worry.

"Shit, I was sure hoping things wouldn't get this bad." Because their hands had been tied. The woman's feelings, her gut instincts, they weren't enough for them to go on. And whoever was accessing her apartment had slipped in and out without leaving any trace behind.

Except for the small signs meant to torment Marinette. Nathanael stared up at Theo. Light glinted off the top of Theo's hair. His striped lollipop stick hung out from the corner of his mouth. (A/N: He still has the same hair from the show :P And I wanted to keep the stick better I just think he looks better with it.) "She's got security now. Akuma Security."

Theo whistled. "How much is she paying for that set-up?" The woman's bank account was empty, so she couldn't be paying him anything. So maybe I've checked a little deeper into Marinette's life than my partner realizes.

But…

When Marinette Dupain Cheng talked to him, she was afraid. He hated to see fear in a woman's eyes. "I don't think she's paying him," Nathanael muttered as he leaned forward and went back to typing on his keyboard. "Seems she and Adrien are old friends."

Bullshit. They were ex-lovers. He knew exactly what they used to be. After all, they did date in their senior year.

"I don't trust him." Nathanael said flatly. Marinette just looked so breakable at the hospital, while Adrien was too eager to get her out of there. And away from me.

"Be careful with him." Theo warned him. "That's not a man you want for an enemy. Hell, if he wanted, Adrien could probably have your badge, and mine, with one phone call." Nathanael wasn't scared of Adrien.

But he was determined to uncover his secrets.

"Tell me what happened in Paris." Marinette glanced over at Adrien. They were in his kitchen, a giant monstrosity that seemed to swallow them both. His cook (Omg, he has a personal chef!) had made them breakfast, and she never tasted pancakes so perfectly fluffy in her life.

Sure, at her peak in Paris, she had been able to afford some of the finer things, but she was realizing that Adrien had flown way out of her league. The boy she remembered was long gone. She wasn't sure if she knew the man before her at all. "Marinette…"

She gulped some more orange juice. In the bright light of day, she could almost pretend that the nightmare from last night didn't happen.

Almost. The ache in her head confirmed that it had been a very scary reality. "I was in an accident." Marinette said carefully. The chef bustled into the other room. "My car went off the road. I was-I was trapped."

Rain. Fear. Pain.

"For twelve hours." Those words jerked her gaze to his. "Y-yes. I was pinned in the car for twelve hours." The story had been splashed all over the news. The up and coming fashion designer/model who lost everything in a tragic accident.

Only it wasn't an accident. She was sure of that. Adrien's jaw clenched. "There's more you aren't telling me. More than what was in the papers."

He didn't push her last night. He held her in his arms, talked softly to her, and made absolutely certain that she stayed awake. Now he was back to grilling her.

"You think the man who was stalking you in Paris…" Adrien began, frowning. "I-I believed he was, yes. Someone was getting into my fabric room." Tell him. Tell him. "And I thought…the night of my accident, I thought I was being followed."

Very slowly, Adrien put down his knife. His green eyes glittered at her. "You're just telling me this…now?"

"Back in Paris, I told the cops. The doctors. No one believed me."

"I believe you." She pushed away her food. "I don't remember everything about that night. I was driving away from the city. I was-" Thinking about the past.

She cleared her throat. "I had just left a gas station. There was a car…it seemed to follow my every turn…"

The fear was easy enough to recall. "The other car's headlights were in my mirror. Flashing on and off, low beams, then high." Blinding her. His hands gripped the edge of the table.

"I think the other car hit me." This was the part she couldn't remember, not for certain. "The headlights had lit up my whole car. I screamed, and my vehicle flew through the air." She could only recall bits and pieces after that. Fast images. Pain.

More screams.

Marinette shook her head. "But the cops said there was no sign that any other vehicle was involved. They thought I must have just lost control on the wet roads." Her appetite was gone. Even the fluffy pancakes couldn't tempt her then.

"You should have called me." Anger stirred within her at his words. "The story made the papers, Adrien. I might not be part of the wealthy set…" She gestured around the kitchen. "Like you. But I was a pretty well-known fashion designer."

She made fashion designer/modeling status by the time she was 22. Fashion designing/modelling was her life. "Maybe…maybe you should have called." How many times did she lay in that bed, wishing that she would hear from him?

She rose and eased away from the table. From him. "I have to get back to the studio. It's opening in two days, and I'll need to get it cleaned up." He couldn't have her new students stepping on broken glass.

"It's already done." Marinette looked back at him. He was standing. "The mirror was replaced," Adrien said, "The glass cleaned away, and you will not be having any more circuit breaker trouble."

"You didn't have to-"

"I wasn't family, so they wouldn't fucking let me in that hospital." Marinette's head shook, an immediate denial because he couldn't be saying-

"But I found a way to you." Adrien's voice was grim and hard. "I had to make sure you were going to be all right." He was lying. He had to be.

"You weren't there. You weren't in Paris." His gaze held hers, and she couldn't look away as he said, "They had you in ICU. Your doctor was Max from our old school."

Like it would be heard for anyone to figure out her doctor's name. It would be especially easy for Adrien and his limitless resources. "The window near your bed looked out over the hospital courtyard. The sun came through that window, rising up fast and hard, and it would hit on your face every morning. I made sure the nurses kept your blinds down because I didn't want the light to hurt you."

Her throat had dried up. A fist seemed to squeeze her heart. "When I opened my eyes, you weren't there." His thick eyelashes flickered. "I didn't think you'd want me to be."

Her hands turned into fists. Her nails sank into her palms. "I don't understand you, Adrien." He smiled then, a cold, hard grin. "I know."

"What do you want from me?"

"Everything." Marinette backed away. "I-I have to get to the studio." She didn't count on this. On him. It was all too fast. Too much. "I'll take you there."

"Fine…just…I need to go, now." Adrien came towards her. Always so sure of himself. So certain. "You don't need to be afraid of me. I'm the one who will keep you safe."

She didn't know what he was. "When I went to your office the other day, I thought you might just blow me off."

His eyes narrowed at that, and she saw the spark of anger lighten his gaze. "You underestimate yourself…and your value to me."

"I don't understand you," She whispered. He bent his head and his lips feathered over hers in the briefest of caresses. "You will."

Penguin: Thank you for reading! And thank you guys for being patient, it was my fault that it wasn't updated on Monday. I will be updating tomorrow for sure and I'm going to updating a second part for a one-shot that I've already posted very soon c; And NO, it is NOT Late Night Snacks.