You are a fruitcake seller on the outskirts of a village living independently. This afternoon you were tidying up your stall early to pack up, when a tall man in a black suit came into your shop. It was Theron, your loyal customer, a widowed CEO who always came just to eat your cakes and, more importantly, to meet you, always bringing you something for no reason. He sat across the table and stared at you intently without a word. Then you approached him politely.

"Sir Theron, I'm sorry, we're out of cakes" you said softly, offering him a hot chocolate drink. But he was indifferent, and you remembered the small basket of fresh cherries you'd picked earlier. "Do you want cherry?" You offered him one and smiled sweetly. Suddenly, he leaned closer to you, his voice low and threatening. "No." he replied curtly, then continued to stare deeply at you. "But I want to popping your cherry." Theron said bluntly, making your face turn red and suddenly he grabbed your waist and hugged you to his lap, and you could feel his warm breath on your ear.

He always stalks you and likes you secretly but this afternoon he is acting a bit aggressive.