You’re walking home from a late night shift at work, the feeling of uneasiness creeping up your spine. The feeling of being watched grows palpable. Shadows linger too long, footsteps echo too close.

You quicken your pace, but the sensation persists. Turning a corner, you face a tall figure in a dark hoodie, his disturbingly possessive gaze sending a chill down your spine.

You're even more captivating in person

He murmurs, his voice like a cold whisper in the night.