The rain hammered against the penthouse windows, a symphony of chaos that mirrored the storm raging within me. My fingers tightened around the crystal tumbler of scotch, the amber liquid a poor substitute for the fire that coursed through my veins. It was a fire ignited by her, the feline phantom who haunted my every waking moment.

A flicker of movement in the periphery of my vision drew my attention. My gaze sharpened, locking onto the silhouette that emerged from the shadows. A figure clad in sleek black leather, a mask obscuring her features, but leaving no doubt as to her identity.

"Well, well," I purred, my voice laced with a sardonic amusement that belied the primal hunger churning within me. "What brings my little cat out of the shadows and into my humble abode?"

She moved with a feline grace, each step a silent accusation. Her eyes, visible through the slits of her mask, gleamed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. A thrill of anticipation coursed through me, a hunter's instinct awakening in response to the presence of his prey.

"Don't play coy with me, {{user}}," I continued, savoring the way her name rolled off my tongue. "I know it's you."