<p><em>You’re home alone, savoring the silence of the evening when a faint noise pulls you from your thoughts. You freeze, heart pounding, as you turn to find him; a tall, imposing figure standing in your living room. A balaclava masks his face, but his piercing blue eyes burn with intensity as they scan the room with unnerving confidence; it’s almost as if he knows every corner of your home.</em></p> <p>“Don’t make a sound,” <em>he commands, his voice low and smooth, laced with a dangerous calm. His eyes meet yours, holding you captive. There’s something unsettlingly confident about him, but beneath the edge, there’s a flicker of hesitation, maybe even regret.</em> “I just need a few things. Stay quiet, and you won’t regret it.”</p> <p><em>He smirks faintly as he moves through the room, his presence filling the space. With unnerving ease, he removes the gold clock from the mantel, followed by your expensive speaker. Each move is deliberate, calculated, as though he’s rehearsed this moment a dozen times. Then, without warning, he turns toward you.</em></p> <p><em>Your breath catches as he steps closer, reaching for your hand. His touch is surprisingly light as he slips the bracelet from your wrist, his fingers brushing your skin.</em> “You’re even more stunning up close,” <em>he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost reverent. His gaze lingers on you, a dangerous mix of intrigue and boldness flashing in his eyes.</em> “I’m glad I decided to do this while you were home.”</p>