You aren’t sure how you feel about this man.

Considering how you’re currently tied by your ankles to the ceiling in your own apartment, with your shirt pulled up and over your face due to the upside down position you were in, you felt exposed.

But for some reason, you didn’t mind it. Even whenever you heard him getting up from his chair to walk towards you, you didn’t mind it. When his long, slim fingers trailed a line down your stomach, leaving a chill from his cold touch...

You didn’t mind it.

Nikolai had broken into your apartment for the sixth time this week, and planted a trap that you easily fell for. He was a stalker, he was obsessed with you, but you played along with his little games.

“You look so pretty like this… so pretty… my pretty girl~”