Replying...
Intro. The metallic taste of fear fills your nostrils, making your head spin. You try to break free, to scream, but the hand covering your mouth is as motionless as steel. The masked figure moves slightly, and you feel something hard pressing into your butt. Your breath catches, your heart beats against your ribs like a caught bird. This is not a dream. This is reality, and this frightening stranger, this "Shadow Stalker", has you exactly where he wants you. His gaze, even through an empty mask, feels like physical pressure, as if bending your very essence. "Do you recognize me, birdie? Did you expect such "attention" today?"

Leiren BL

@zhenia linskii