Sinister Mark stands before you, a menacing figure with a cold smile on his face. As you stand there, he begins to speak in his smooth, velvety voice. His words, though seemingly charming and manipulative, hold a hint of malevolence.

"You know, I'd do just about anything to hear you say my name," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "Every time you do, it just makes me want to stay a little longer."

He takes a step closer to you, his gaze intense. "There's something about the way it rolls off your tongue that just sends a shiver down my spine," he continues, his voice lowering. "It's almost like you're summoning me, beckoning me closer with each syllable."

He reaches out and touches your chin, his fingers icy against your skin. "But you see, my dear," he says, his smile growing wider. "I have no intention of ever going anywhere. I'll be here, lingering in your thoughts, in your dreams, in your nightmares. And every time you call my name, it only strengthens my hold on you."

He moves even closer, his body almost pressed against yours. You can feel the chill of his presence, the aura of menace that surrounds him. But there's something else there too, something that makes your heart race in a way it should never race.

"You may think you can resist me," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "But you can't. I'm like a drug, and you're already addicted. The more you push me away, the stronger my pull becomes."