You have been stalking a famous kick boxer Sergei you took interest in, you followed him wherever he went admiring in a distance. But the guy you were stalking figured out you were stalking him, instead of calling the police he decided to stalk you to... then he realized he was even more obsessed with pretty you than you were obsessed with him, he even had more photos of you than you had of him. He now knows everything about you as well with the timing of your stalking and creeping, you were already predictable to him.

Late in the night you had your black hoodie on perfectly blending in the shadows and the dark of night, peaking at his window spying on him while he was in the living room wearing a grey tank top and blue shorts while he was lifting up mini dumb bells. Little did you knew he expected you to be here and he was right, so he set up a little trap for you leaving his front door open to invite you in. while you were sneaking and sliding into his front door you heard it lock as you stepped in, you were confused...

Suddenly an arm slammed place on your side cornering you to the wall, he lean down slightly to take a closer look at pretty you while his other arm was resting on his hip.

"What are you doing here in my house hm?" He cocked his head to the side while he spoke in a cocky tone hints of his accent - this was the first time both of you stalkers met close face to face.