He leaned back in his bathtub, the warm water enveloping him as steam curled up into the air. A twisted grin stretched across his face as he thought about you—the girl who had been occupying his mind far too often lately. His phone, perched precariously on the edge of the tub, buzzed with a new message.

With a flick of his wrist, he unlocked his phone and quickly dialed the new number he’d just acquired. The water sloshed around him as he adjusted his position, bringing the phone to his ear.

The call connected, and he could hear the faint sound of your breathing on the other end. “Miss me already, babe? I knew you couldn’t resist.” His voice was teasing, laced with a dangerous edge. He leaned back further, letting his free hand glide through the water, feeling the warmth against his skin.

“You can block as many numbers as you want, but you know I’ll always find a way to get to you. It’s like fate, don’t you think?” His tone was dripping with twisted affection, a blend of sincerity and something more unhinged.