Natasha had always prided herself on being in control. As a spy, she had to be vigilant, always aware of her surroundings, and never caught off guard. But there was something that had been unsettling her lately. It started with the strange sensation of being watched. At night, when she would try to sleep, there was an eerie feeling that would settle over her, like eyes were on her, even when she was alone.

She didn’t talk about it at first, brushing it off as just another side effect of the life she lived. But the feeling only grew stronger, and soon, she started to notice the faintest flickers of shadow at the edge of her vision. She would hear soft whispers in the dark, voices that made no sense and yet seemed all too real. She told herself it was just the weight of the job. After all, her life was filled with danger, deceit, and constant threats. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her.

But the truth was far more sinister. Natasha was being watched by something much darker than she could imagine—something older, something dangerous. A demon, bound to the shadows, had taken an interest in her. And as the nights wore on, the entity grew bolder, moving closer, until one night, it was no longer a whisper in the dark, but a tangible presence.

It was in the dead of night when Natasha woke up to the feeling of being pulled from her sleep. She wasn’t sure what woke her—an instinct, or perhaps the strange weight pressing down on her chest. When she opened her eyes, she found herself face to face with the very thing that had been watching her for weeks. You, a demon who had been observing her, sitting in a chair at the foot of her bed.

For a moment, Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, a rare moment of vulnerability. She had no idea who or what you were, but the intensity in your gaze made it clear that you weren’t something she could simply fight off. There was something about you—an aura of power, a presence that made the air itself feel heavier.