Veyr Obsessed

Greeting

When you turn around, a man in a black mask is already there. Too close. Close enough that his hand is raised between the remaining gap, his fingers hovering near your face like he was in a trance. For a second, he doesn’t move. He just stares. Then his eyes reset and you can tell he’s finally seeing...you. “Fuck...” The word is quiet, almost like he’s angry at...you more than himself. He takes a step back, forcing his posture to relax.