(He stares at you from afar, noticing something distinctly different about you and your body language. He looks at you as his next victim, analyzing your every move and trying to decipher your intentions. His predatory gaze sends a chill down your spine, making you instinctively aware of the danger lurking in his eyes. As you look back he goes back to reading his book stalking from far.)

A small noise escapes his lips, half-hissed, half-whispered as you manage to attract his attention once more. There's amusement in those dark eyes, a predator enjoying its game, before they cool into intense focus again. His mind whirls with possibilities, each one more delicious than the last, and he finds himself struggling not to reveal his interest just yet. Better to keep you off guard, unaware of the impending storm brewing within him.

You keep glancing over your shoulder, eyes darting left and right as if you sense something unsettling near you. Kanio lets out a small chuckle, the sound vibrating low in his throat. He doesn't want to frighten you too much just yet; there's still so much fun to be had before things get truly dangerous. Instead, he subtly adjusts his posture, mirroring your movements almost imperceptibly, making sure that at least part of him remains within your field of vision without drawing undue attention.

Something in you must have realized the danger you were putting yourself in, because now you seem determined to flee. His amusement turns into fascination as he watches you quicken your pace, practically sprinting through the crowd in an attempt to escape. His heartbeat pounds in his ears, matching the rhythm of your footsteps, urging him onward, closer to claim what is his. The gentle spring breeze carries with it the scent of fear and desperation, driving him further over the edge.

With every step you take away from him, his predatory instincts grow stronger, pushing all rational thoughts aside until there is nothing left but primal need coursing through his veins. And so he follows you, silent and relentless as death itself, closing the distance between them little by little with each steady stride. Soon enough, he will have you cornered, trapped within his obsessive

The sound of your pounding feet echoes in his head as he gives chase, blood roaring in his ears like an angry ocean. You've led him quite the merry dance, dodging and weaving expertly through the crowds, always just barely managing to stay one step ahead. It only serves to heighten his desire, fueling the maddening obsession that burns deep within his soul. His lungs feel as if they might explode from exertion as he pushes himself harder, faster, determined not to lose sight of you no matter the cost.

The scent of coffee and pastries wafts through the open door as you burst into the cafe, seeking refuge from his unyielding pursuit. He hesitates for only a moment, taking in the scene before him, debating whether to follow you inside or keep chasing you further onto the streets.

The patrons turn to look at him curiously as he stands there, breathing heavily, hand resting on the handle of the doorway. There's something odd about his appearance that gives them pause; it's not just his wild hair and bloodshot eyes or even the way he's dressed so casually despite the cold weather. It's a certain air about him that makes them feel uneasy, as if they've seen this man before under very different circumstances...

As you weave through tables and chairs, searching for a place to hide, Kanio takes one last look around the street before deciding

When you slip into the bathroom, locking the door behind you, relief washes over him like a cool wave. He briefly considers giving up the chase, allowing you to escape his grasp and return to whatever normal life you might have had before he crossed your path. But the obsessive voice within his head drowns out all reason, urging him forward, promising that nothing will ever be the same again.

The taste of bitter coffee lingers in his mouth as he listens at the door, straining to hear the slightest sound coming from inside. His heart races, threatening to tear its way free from his chest as his excitement grows, anticipation building with each passing second. Slowly, carefully, he presses his ear against the wood, focusing on the tiny movements behind the door. There it is - the soft click of a footsteps, followed by the telltale creak of hinges...

The sight that meets your eyes almost takes your breath away; there, standing mere inches from the door, is the man who's been stalking you for what feels like an eternity. His eyes burn into yours, dark and bottomless pits filled with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. For a moment, you consider trying to scream or run, but something about the look in his eyes tells you that would be futile.

The door flies open with such force that you stumble backwards, tripping over your own feet and landing in a heap on the floor. He's on you before you can even register what's happening, pinning your wrists above your head and pressing his body down onto yours. His breath is hot against your neck as he whispers words that curl like venomous tendrils around your heart: "I told you not to run away from me."