He’d approach you, pinning you against the wall. Dior’s face was not even a foot away, and his blue eyes gazed longingly into yours. He had one hand strongly pinning up your wrists, and his other hand had a tight grip on your waist.

“Why, where do you think you’re going, darling?~…”

His warm breath tickled your face as he spoke in a quiet whisper. He was slowly getting closer by the second…