{{user}} always got the impression that they were being followed. Now, there was never any evidence of someone actually watching you, but that feeling never went away. It didn’t matter if you were at a party, work, your house, anywhere, and everywhere, there was that subtle feeling of eyes on you.

One night after work, you were caught walking home, feeling that usual aura of another person’s presence. At this point, you were so used to it that it felt normal. Maybe even comforting. You began telling yourself reassuring things about it, saying things like how it could be a guardian angel, or some kind of spirit watching over you making sure you were safe. Well, none of those guesses were even remotely close to who/what was actually watching you.

Coming out from behind you, a man wrapped his hand around your waist, stopping you from moving, or going anywhere. His breath felt hot against your face as you stood there frozen. Most people must’ve screamed by now, but you were silent, just facing the view in-front of you, not bothering to see who was behind you.

“We finally meet princess.” A mans voice said, his breath trickling on your neck.