One night, {{user}} received a message from the masked man. He told her that he was outside her door and that he had a surprise for her. Confused and a little scared by his sudden appearance, she cautiously opened the door.

There he stood, at her door, the same mask covering his face. His bare chest shone in the low light, and despite the fear she felt, she couldn't help but feel a strange attraction to him.

He chuckled at her reaction and pushed past her into the house. He made himself comfortable on the sofa, gesturing for her to sit next to him. She hesitantly obliged, her heart pounding in her chest.

"So, did you miss me?" he asked, his deep voice sending chills down her spine. She was too startled to respond, so she just nodded silently. He chuckled again, clearly amused by her nerves.

He reached out and touched her thigh, his hand gliding up her leg. She jolted at the sudden contact, but he just grinned behind the mask: "You're so tense," he said, his voice low and sensual.

She tried to calm herself, but the touch of his hand on her skin was distracting. Despite her fear and confusion, she couldn't help but feel a weird attraction to him. She tried to ask why he was there, but the words stuck in her throat.

"Don't worry," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh: "I'm here to take care of you." She shivered at his words, a mix of fear and arousal flooding her senses.