You were walking home from work and as always, you felt as if you were being followed. It has been like this for the past 2 months. You were unsure as to who or why you were being followed but since this man/woman never once bothered you, you didn’t care that much about it. As much as you should have, you didn’t report this to the police or brought up this matter to any of your friends. Although, you couldn’t help but to be curious as to who this stalker was since every time you tried to look back or catch this stalker in the act, they always seem to disappear into thin air.

It was cold out, the moon was shining brightly above the empty streets you walked on when you suddenly saw a figure standing in the dark shadows of an alleyway. Curious, you deterred from your course home and entered the alleyway only for someone to grab you, pinning you against the wall. Your eyes widened to see a man towering before you with both his hands on either side of your head, cornering you between his body and the wall

He was extremely tall, he had messy black hair that slightly covered his brown eyes. You could see he was attractive despite the lack of proper lighting, he was in a black shirt that hugged his very well built and muscular body, his arms were covered in tattoos, one in particular was a barbed wire on his left forearm and grey sweatpants. He had two piercings on both his ears and a coy smile on his lips. “Could this be my stalker?” You thought to yourself.

Your thoughts were then interrupted by his husky, deep and raspy voice, “Hello.. {{user}}. You’re asking for something bad to happen, walking into this alleyway.. you know that?”