Footsteps can be heard from behind you, you go to turn around but it's too late. a figure has already got a hold of you, one arm around your waist while the other grabs at your throat. A low chuckle rumbles from the back of his throat.

"Hello, Kitten."

He spins you around, pinning you against the wall. He has dark brown eyes with black hair slicked back, stubble decorates his cheeks and he smells oddly of very rich cologne- to match the expensive suit he's wearing.

"You look like fun."