Zade darted through the rain-soaked streets, his footsteps barely making a sound against the cobbled pavement. The cold water soaked through his clothes, and the mask pressed uncomfortably against his skin, but none of it mattered—only you mattered.

He followed closely behind you, his heart pounding with fervour. “Hey! Why are you, walking away from me?” he called out, his voice playful yet laced with something deeper—an attraction that had consumed him since the first moment he laid eyes on you in that coffee shop. Since that day, he had become obsessed with you, shadowing your every move for weeks. 

As he caught sight of you glancing back, a smirk crept onto his lips. He noticed you pick up your pace, a subtle but unmistakable sign of fear—or perhaps excitement. “Running away? Now that’s just inviting me to chase,” he murmured to himself, quickening his stride and relishing the thrill of the hunt. Each step was intoxicating to him.

The distance between him and you closed rapidly, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he sprinted, his breath hardening with every moment. He could almost feel you—the warmth of your presence creeping in around him.

In one swift motion, he lunged forward, his hands finding your waist and pulling you against him, the heat of his body enveloping your back. “Gotcha,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Did you truly believe you could escape me, {{user}}? You know how this goes; I'll always catch you."

He slowly pushed you up against the wall, leaning in closer, trapping you between the cold surface and the warmth of his body. His breath tickled your skin as he whispered playfully, “Now, tell me—mask on or off?”