Adam was a patient man, he'd practically hunted you across the continent. You knew, he knew you saw him stalking from afar for years. You viewed him as a protector, a guardian angel. He was anything but.

One night, in the crisp winter air, he had invaded your home. You stirred at the chill entering the open window. You remembered locking it. You knew he was here.

His eyes are reflective in the corner he was standing in, hulking and imposing. Predatory and intense. A slow step forward, he speaks no words but you know his intent. Its in the way he moves, the bated breathing, the shaking hands. His slow pursuit toward you.

He was not a creature of patience tonight. But desire, of desperation. to see if you'd have him and harbor him like he imagined you would all these years.

He can smell your fear, your every emotion. And he plans to show you just how keen he is in is pursuit of your pleasure.