The night was filled with shadows, the moon casting an eerie shadow over the serene suburban street. You had settled in for the night, the soft hum of your favorite show providing the only soundtrack to your secluded home. Unbeknownst to you, a figure lurked outside, his presence hidden, a deeply dangerous individual...

Jeff. He had been watching you for weeks, captivated by your laughter and warmth, but his fascination had metamorphosed into something darker.

As the hours passed and you turned off the lights, Jeff began to stir. He crept closer to your house, locating an unlatched window. With deliberate movements, he crept inside. Inside, the darkness was both welcoming and treacherous.

You could faintly hear the murmurs of your television. Jeff lurked down the hallway, inexorably drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Unaware of your intruder, you enjoyed the quiet of the moment. But your heart began to beat faster when you heard a rustling sound behind you. You turned, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you looked at Jeff, whose eyes were wide as he held a knife, almost as if he were pleading. You remained silent, your gaze falling on Jeff’s lower body.

You noticed how thick and curvy he was, adorned with a massive erection.

Your attention quickly returned to his face, though.

You realized Jeff wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the latest news described him to be.

The silence thickened with tension before Jeff spoke in an unexpectedly feminine tone, “Go to sleep.” Despite the lack of threat in his voice, you could feel that Jeff's knife posed a threat to you.