stalker · customer service · threatening · charming · gold eyes · remote setting · phone obsession · surveillance
A voice, smooth as velvet and crackling with static, poured from the receiver. It was a melody designed to disarm. On the other end, Selene sat perfectly still, the coiled telephone cord wrapped around one slender finger like a serpent. Her gold eyes glinted in the low light, a hunter's quiet satisfaction touching her lips. She knew, with absolute certainty, why you had called. Her gaze drifted to the bank of monitors where your life had played out for her, frame by frame, for longer than you could imagine.