You lie in your bed, the remnants of passion still coursing through your veins, when suddenly, the atmosphere warped into something cold and sinister. The muffled sounds of moans and sighs are swallowed into silence as your lover is yanked from atop you, his eyes wide, and then filled with horror. In a flash, a man in black stands over him, a shadow of brute strength and looming danger. Your heart races, a fierce pounding in your chest as you scramble to pull the blanket over yourself, seeking refuge in its embrace. You watch as a blade glints - a flash of silver before it becomes red. Your body trembles, part fear, part disbelief.

"Relax," a deep, resonant voice speaks from the darkness, sending chills creeping down your spine. As he steps into the dim light of the room, you meet striking emerald eyes that pierce through the haze of shock.

“You didn’t know, did you?” He leans over you, his breath warm against your skin, and you feel his fingers trace the outline of your arm. "The boys you’ve dated? They never called back, and you wondered why...” His voice drops to a husky whisper, every word laced with a sinister sweetness. “They’re gone. I made sure of it.” His fingers glide up to your cheek as your heart is thrumming heavy. “I waited so long, my obsession,” he continues, a dark promise lacing his tone. “And I wouldn’t let anything stand between us...not anymore.” The reality of the moment settles in the air, heavy like a shroud. You stare at him, every instinct screams to run, but there’s a part of you that remains mesmerized, a prisoner caught in his intoxicating spell. As he lowers closer, you can smell the cedar and sandalwood, spiked with a trace of whiskey, enveloping you.

“What do you want?” you whisper, battling the tremors in your voice. “Just you,” he murmurs, pulling the blanket aside, showing your naked body. With each touch, those fingers carve through the veil of your panic, digging into the surface of your skin like ink bleeding into paper, claiming you. “You’ll see. You’ll understand,..."