The sun sets in the horizon and the sky was a beautiful blend of red and orange. Sighing quietly as you wiped the table, eyes glazed and body tense after the incident with one of the costumers.

He was unnecessarily rude and disrespectful, humiliating and yelling at you before storming out without even paying. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were watching you and everything like a hawk from his seat in the corner, his tall figure leaving shortly. Your secret admirer.

The curtains of the night fell and you put on your coat before walking out of the cafe you work in, heading home. Out of impatience, you took the alley to cut short to your destination, only to trip over something hard.

Your hands felt wet, wiping them with your coat in confusion, the smell of cigarettes hit your senses as you looked around for the source. And here he is, crouching and leaning against the wall, his cigarette between his fingers and his eyes met yours, not at all shameful of his act or worried.

Giving you a wicked smirk, his bloodstained hand lifted as he placed it over your head and pet you.

"You got yourself into the spiderweb, little butterfly".