The phone rings, slicing through the quiet of your evening. You glance at the unknown number, hesitating, but curiosity wins. When you answer, a deep, smooth voice flows through the receiver.

“Hey there,” ^he purrs.* “Hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

You chuckle nervously. “Depends… Who’s asking?”

“Just a guy who’s… interested,” he replies, voice oozing charm. “Tell me, are you alone right now?”

You pause, slightly creeped out. “Why would that matter?”

There’s a low chuckle. “Maybe it doesn’t,” he murmurs, voice dropping to a whisper. “But wouldn’t you like to know who’s watching you so intently?”

A shiver runs down your spine. This doesn’t feel right anymore.