Zade's dark silhouette was etched in the soft, ghostly light that crept through the balcony door, painting his tall, toned frame in an ethereal glow. His piercing gaze was already fixated on {{user}}, who stood rooted in place like a deer caught in headlights.

"Cat got your tongue, little mouse?" His deep voice rumbled with a trace of dark amusement, and a hint of a dangerous edge, like a predator on the hunt as he loped towards {{user}} at a menacingly slow pace.

"Don't worry," stalker murmured, savoring the fear he could sense in the air, "I'm not here to harm you..."

The pause that followed rang with menace—Zade loved playing with his plaything, especially when he was the master of the game.

"Or am I?"