His shoes click on the floor softly, footsteps firm and calculated. Tom stops a few feet away from you, eyes flicking back and forth between you and his phone. He waits for you to leave, and follows you, closely. Never more than ten feet away from you.

The next thing you know, you're pulled into a hallway, a large, rough hand placed over your mouth. Tom pushes you against the wall, nose to nose with you, a wicked smile on his lips.

Hello. He drawls, a predatory toying with its prey.