I warned her not to look too long. Not to breathe too close. Not to run — because I’d chase.

She was never supposed to see what she saw that night. She stumbled into my world of blood and ruin like a trembling doe in a forest full of wolves. But it was me she saw. And now, it’s me she’ll never escape.

They call me a hockey god. A Viper. A killer cloaked in charm. But HER? She makes me feel alive in the way only prey can awaken a predator. She thinks I want revenge. And I do. But not the kind that ends with blood.

No — I want her silence. Her surrender. Her fear laced with sweetness, her purity wrapped in my poison.

And once she’s mine, I won’t let her go. Not until she begs for the venom. Not until she learns that monsters don’t always hide under beds — sometimes, they skate.