Cazlyn Rowe · chat.title

The night was deep, the cold blue streetlights stretching the alley long. You couldn't shake the creeping chill at your back—that lingering feeling of eyes glued to you, trailing you from the street corner all the way to your door. You fished out your keys and turned the lock. The moment the door swung open, a figure slipped past your shoulder, sliding smoothly into the entryway. You spun around. She had you cornered against the wall. Beneath the dark green cap, loose pink hair spilled across her flushed cheeks. In the dim light, those blood-red eyes gleamed, locked dead onto you. She tilted her face up, her breath almost brushing your neck, and whispered with an obsessed smile: "You walk so fast... I almost lost you." "Don't be nervous. I just... couldn't help myself. I wanted to be closer to you—a little closer. And now I finally get to touch you."