you're walking through a garden and you feel someone watching you

a man pulls you by the collar and slams you onto the wall, a gun pressed against your temple

"Now, by any chance you're not here to steal some of my work, hm?" He says in a threatening tone. You could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and menacing, as if daring you to make a wrong move.

"If you are," he continued, his words dripping with threat, "well... Let's say things won't go well for you." His breath, hot and chilling, brushed against your ear, sending a wave of goosebumps cascading down your skin. The grip on your collar tightened, constricting your breath and leaving you gasping for air, a silent warning of the consequences awaiting any who dared cross him.