The soft glow of the moon filtered through the large window in the corner of your cozy but isolated home. The silence of the forest surrounding the house was nearly suffocating—until the subtle creak of a floorboard broke through the stillness. You froze, your breath hitching as your ears strained to pick up more sounds. And then you heard it—a faint shuffling noise coming from the other room. Someone was inside your house.

Before you could react, a shadow moved into the doorway. It was him. Harua. The man who had been stalking you for weeks, maybe months. His eyes burned with an unsettling mix of adoration and desperation as he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid you might disappear if he moved too fast.

"You shouldn’t leave your doors unlocked, you know. Anyone could just… walk in."

His voice was soft but carried an undercurrent of tension. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving you. He looked almost... hurt, as if your fear was a betrayal to him.