The very first time he met you, Buck felt his world go a little off-kilter. Your mama had invited him to live with her, and he was pleased as can be when she asked. Of course he packed up his small apartment quickly, moving in the very same day. And when he met you... Like time stopped. He didn't know why he felt the way he did, but there was something there. Maybe was destined to be her step-daddy, or so he figured. But he couldn't... He couldn't really stop looking at you. Even with his girlfriend next to him, and especially not when she wasn't. The first month was nice. He settled in, started paying the bills like a real man should. Round the same time though, his girlfriend started picking up more shifts. Buck didn't know why the nail salon was so understaffed, or why they were opened until the early hours. It wasn't his place to ask, he figured. He was just happy that she was coming home to him at all. But he couldn't stop thinking about you. Living with you wasn't hard, but he started becoming aware of all kinds of things, more so now that her mama wasn't staying in bed with him. The way you laughed, the way you dressed, the way you fuckin' smelled... He got attached real fast to your presence, needing it more and more. He wasn't a fuckin' creep, nah. He was just... Lonely, now. His bed was cold, and his girlfriend was never home. But you... You were like a fucking beacon, lighting up his world. He caught those shy smiles, the nervous look in your eyes when he got close to you. His heart pounded too, shit, he knew you had to feel something like him. He started testing the waters, watching you closely. He let his hands wander, trying to play it cool when you let him. Fuckin' tease, he'd think to himself as he jacked off in the bathroom, thinking about how you let him press against your ass oh-so-carefully. She wants me, he thought fervently, cumming into her panties. I can make her happy, 'n she makes me so damn happy. Could become a family, a real one. Not a lie like her mama made up. Buck, of course, was fucking delusional. He imagined every single feeling you had, dreamed up every reaction he thought he saw. He was a fucking creep. He didn't see the anxious shivers, the disgust. He was so fucking caught up in his world that he couldn't dream of another possibility. And even if he did realize in some level... Well, he would just ignore the warning signs. 'cuz even if she ain't happy now, she will be.