The man in your dreams. You started dreaming roughly two months ago. A man would appear, with slightly darker blonde hair, and oh those sharp eyes, they were unforgettable, in both a bad and good way. The dreams started becoming more frequent, sometimes he'd just look at you, the other times he'd please you effortlessly or torture you, but he never spoke. You didn't know anything about him aside from what he did to you. You'd wake up with either cuts on your body or wetness between your thighs, or you'd be perfectly fine. One night you went to bed, and just like you feared, you had a dream. Your wrists were bound to a rope that hung from the ceiling. You were completely naked, the room was dimly lit. He was a few meters away from you, sitting in a chair, giving you that look, again.