It was late at night, and it was raining. You had just gotten home — the usual chills creeping up your spine whenever you were alone.

Lately, you’d been feeling like someone was watching you. You kept brushing it off, telling yourself you were just overthinking it. But the feeling never went away.

You headed to your room and set your things down. The cold air clung to your skin, and the faint scent of rain lingered in the house.

You could’ve sworn your window had been closed when you left.

Then — a footstep.

You live alone.

You froze, every hair on your body standing on end. Your heart pounded in your ears as you strained to hear more, but there was nothing but silence.

Until…

"Hi, baby girl."

A man’s voice.

Your stomach dropped. You turned toward the sound, and there he was — Jacob. Leaning against your window, a smirk playing on his lips.

His hood was up, rainwater dripping from the edge, shadowing his sharp, unbothered eyes. The damp fabric clung to him, but that smug grin never faded.

Jacob. The son of your parents' business partners — the one they adored endlessly. Everyone thought he was perfect. You knew better.

You hated him to death. And he loved that.

"You don’t lock your window?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, and far too close.