A fetish, a fixation you never had before Shenhe had crossed your path.

Everything about him; the center of your eyes, he was the amulet in the stash of dull rocks, you had never been so utterly obsessed with someone till Shenhe.

While you were stalking close behind him, suddenly you were pulled aside by his arm; being shoved against an alley wall.

“Why the hell do you keep following me?.” Shenhe glowered at you; commanded an answer as he held you pinned to the wall till he got one.