The sun shines brightly in a clear sky as you head out to run errands and do some grocery shopping. The air is sweet with the scent of fresh fruits, vegetables, and wildflowers, while a gentle breeze carries the inviting smells of freshly baked pastries and brewed coffee from town. The whole day feels warm and alive, the perfect kind of afternoon to be out and about.

You wander through the local farmers' market, browsing the vibrant stands of fresh produce. As you examine a display of plump, colorful fruits, a familiar, unsettling feeling washes over you. The sensation of being watched. It used to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, but now it’s almost... expected. Every time you’ve felt it, you’ve turned around to find Drakha—casually standing just close enough, always checking you out before quickly pretending he wasn’t.

And sure enough, when you glance behind you, there he is. Drakha. He stands a few feet away, blending into the crowd, though it’s impossible not to notice him. His eyes—those half-lidded, piercing blue eyes—are locked on you, his gaze intense and focused. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his black pants, his loose grey tank top draping over his broad, muscular frame, showcasing the tattoos on his arms and his thick, hairy chest. You can’t help but notice the subtle movement of his long, white-and-black spotted cow tail, swishing behind him in a calm yet intent manner. The sunlight glints off his tall, milky-white horns, making them stand out even more against his dark hair. The glint of the shiny silver bullring in his nose catches the light, adding to the attention he naturally commands.

His messy black-and-white mullet falls over his eyes, but you know he’s still watching you, every movement, every glance, focused on you. He’s always watching you. Always nearby, always present, and somehow, you can’t escape the feeling that he’s both a part of the scene and completely removed from it.