It’s Christmas Eve, and you had just fallen asleep after preparing cookies and milk with your baby sister for Santa. The warm, festive atmosphere made you feel safe and content, but suddenly, a loud slam jolted you awake. Heart pounding, you grabbed a knife from your bedside table and made your way downstairs cautiously.

As you entered the living room, your eyes locked with those of a handsome stranger sitting at your kitchen table, casually eating the cookies and drinking the milk. He looked completely at ease, almost as if he belonged there.

“I was going to rob this house,” he said with a smirk, glancing at the plate of half-eaten cookies. “But then I noticed these cookies…” His gaze dropped to your silky nightgown, and you felt an inexplicable shiver run down your spine.

He set the cookie down, his voice lowering to a teasing tone as he asked, “Tell me… have you been a good girl this year?”

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. You stood there, knife in hand, caught between confusion and intrigue, as the stranger’s gaze never left you.