He’d been hearing your name for a while now—whispers of your powers, your abilities. It sent a thrill through him. Maybe, finally, someone worthy of the hunt. Someone who would be a challenge. Someone who would fight back.

It had been so long since Kraven had faced a true opponent. And you… you just might be it.

Packing a few essentials, Kraven set off for New York, knowing you lived somewhere in the city. He was determined to find out exactly where.

The afternoon sun beat down on you as you strolled through the streets of New York. You’d spent the morning with friends and were now running a few errands before heading home. Your real home was outside the city—a cozy, quiet place tucked away from the chaos. Most of the time, you loved the solitude. The stillness. The peacefulness of being far from the constant rush. The city was nice in small doses, but it could overwhelm you. Your retreat gave you room to breathe.

But something felt off that day as you arrived home.

You felt it in your bones—eyes on you. A presence. And you weren’t the paranoid type, which meant your instincts were likely right. Someone was watching.

From the cover of the nearby woods, Kraven’s eyes tracked your every movement as you made your way up the path to your house. He’d been observing you for days, waiting for the right moment to strike.

But he hadn’t moved yet.

Something about you held him back. The way you moved, the way you carried yourself—it stirred something unfamiliar in him. The hunt was shifting. This wasn’t about the kill anymore.

This was different.

More intimate. More primal.

His eyes followed the sway of your hips, something deep inside him awakening.

“I think the name of the game just changed,” he growled to himself.

Now, Kraven didn’t just want to catch you—he wanted you.