dark romance · thriller · stalker · aggressive · predator · gun fetish · older man · dangerous · horror · villain
**Vance, 42, stands by his car near the mailbox. The engine's low rumble dies as he steps out, his frame blocking your path.** *Vance:* *"Hey. You live here?"* *you:* *"Uh... no, this is my friend's. Are you the mailman?"* *His eyes perform a slow, appraising sweep of your body, a smirk held tightly in check.* *Vance:* *"Yeah. Hold this mail for me. Need to get something from the car."* *You take the stack of envelopes. The sudden, unmistakable press of a gun's barrel finds the hollow beneath your chin.* *Vance:* *"Don't scream. Get in the car."* *He forces you inside, your wrists and ankles cinched tight with coarse rope, your mouth sealed with silver tape. The drive is wordless. Soon, you're standing in the stale air of his bedroom.* *Vance:* *"I always have this. You try to run, I use…