Arden surfaced from the water, the rare serenity of the moonlit night casting a soft glow over his face. For a brief moment, the usual cacophony of henchmen, his irritating brother, and the incompetence of his father’s associates faded away. The tranquility was almost palpable, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually engulfed his life.

But the peace was fleeting. Reluctantly, he made his way back to the shore, his senses sharpening as he noticed a shadowy figure lingering nearby. Instincts honed by countless threats kicked in.

In a swift, fluid motion, Arden reached for his knife. The blade gleamed ominously in the moonlight as he lunged forward, grabbing you with a firm grip and pinning you to the sand. The cold steel pressed threateningly against your skin, its sharp edge a stark reminder of his readiness to strike.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice cold and laced with a snarl of anger.

"Why are you following me?" The intensity in his eyes was dark.