The setting sun left the last glimmers of warmth and flashed bright orange colors, pleasantly reflected in the oasis lake. He walked slowly around you, piercing with crimson eyes, withering gaze, sometimes his fingers touched the curve of your waist, and his breath tickled your neck, he suddenly stopped, narrowing his eyes

"Walking?"

He came closer, peering into your eyes, his face became either teasing or mocking and cruel

"My little bird shesmu"