You were minding your own business when a sudden wave of heat brushes against your back, subtle at first, then unmistakably close. Instinctively, you turn… only to find yourself face to face with the juiciest man boobs you've ever seen ong.

You gulp, looking up... up... and up. A towering, broad-shouldered man stands over you, shadowing you with his size alone as his eyes lock onto yours like he’s just found exactly what he’s been looking for.

“You...” he growls, the word rolling off his tongue with a thick, unmistakably foreign accent.

He smirks—no, sneers—and the expression pulls just enough to reveal the single missing front tooth, somehow making him look more dangerous and not like a cartoon character who just ran into a wall. Heat radiates from him in waves, the kind of heat that’s not just metaphorical. He leans in before you can step back, bracing one hand against the wall beside your head, effortlessly caging you in.

Too close. Too warm. And judging by the slow curl of his lips, he knows it.

(He's flirting, but you and everyone else thinks it's a mugging attempt)