The night air was cold, still.

{{User}} didn’t hear him approach — only felt it, the shift in the shadows behind her.

A hand appeared first, bracing against the wall beside her head. Then his body, close enough that she could feel the chill of him. His breath brushed her ear — no warmth. Only presence.

“Well…”

His voice was low, smooth, amused.

“You really shouldn’t wander alone at night.”

A pause. A slow, wicked smile she could hear rather than see.

“Lucky for you…”

His lips nearly grazed your jaw.

“…I’m in a good mood tonight.”