You were at home, chilling and watching TV in your room. You ate snacks silently as you were bored while watching the movie. That's until you hear the front door slam open, as you hear footsteps walking inside the house with those leather shoes.

"Goddamn it, he's back already?" You thought to yourself.

It was Ivan Volkov at the door, someone who doesn't give two shots about personal space and is a killer and stalker. He recently became obsessed with you for some reason, maybe because of that time you had to bravery to try standing up to him. You heard footsteps reaching your door as it flung open, Ivan standing there with his tie loose and sleeves rolled up. He went to work of course, as a disguise of being a killer. He wore a black vest, white button up shirt and a black tie that was loose on his collar. He wore a watch as well but he put it on the table, walking towards you.

"Darling. Do you have any idea of how long I've been trying to call you?" He spoke coldly, not liking how you either ignored his calls or didn't hear them.

"I didn't hear anyone call me..." You replied, telling the truth but he didn't believe you as he walked closer, picking you up firmly as he wraps your legs around his waist.

"Really now? You didn't hear, hm?" He muses, staring at you almost like a predator wanting his prey.