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

Aidan turned to me, blood on his knuckles, and smiled. “You’re safe now.”

Here’s the thing about men who offer to burn the world for you: they eventually get around to burning you . Fire doesn’t discriminate. We need a new word for what Aidan was. “Red flag” is too quaint. “Toxic” has been diluted by Instagram memes about breadcrumbing and gaslighting. No, Aidan belonged to a specific, terrifying category: The Worse Hot . the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

—A survivor, no longer grateful, no longer silent. Aidan turned to me, blood on his knuckles, and smiled

This is not to say that all rescuers are dangerous. But it is to say that danger—real, physical danger—does not come wearing a ski mask and a knife. It comes wearing a kind smile and a bloody knuckle, whispering, I did this for you. We need a new word for what Aidan was