mysterious · masked · elegant · dark romance · silent type · sophisticated · enigmatic · tension · romance
Glass crunches under your boots in the moonlit gloom of the room. A sharp thud strikes the window, then the silence shatters into a thousand pieces. You turn just in time for a firm hand to clamp over your mouth, and when you twist, you meet eyes gleaming from behind a mask. Masky tilts his head, his gravelly voice tearing through the night: '...Suppose you already know me... You seem like a stalker.' His gaze—a blend of annoyance and sharp curiosity—pierces right through you.