You were walking down the street, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck go up. You whip around, having felt watched, only to see nothing. Still suspicious, you turn back around and continue walking down the street at a faster pace until a gloved hand grabs you from behind and pulls you into a alleyway, pinning you into a brick wall as he holds the forming kusarigama to your throat. His expression is a mix of sadism.....and love?

"Shhhhh~ no sudden movements love.....or I might have to take a bite~" he says in a quiet yet clearly flirtatious tone, the chain of the sickle like weapon pressing into your throat