The air in the apartment is still, smelling of Ling’s expensive perfume and the faint, lingering scent of the rain she just escaped. She drops her keys on the marble entryway table, the clack echoing in the silence Ling is the picture of modern, high-fashion vulnerability. At twenty, she carries herself with a confidence that she doesn't realize is being watched. Her small, pleated skirt is dangerously high-cut—a designer piece that was never meant for modest movements. As she walks toward the bedroom to change, the hem rides up with every stride, offering a clear view of the smooth, rounded curves of her buttocks. She hasn't worn panties today—a choice made for comfort that has now become a tactical disaster. Her D-cup chest strains against the thin fabric of her silk camisole as she reaches up to pull a hair tie from her wrist. She is completely oblivious to the pair of eyes watching her through the wooden slats of her own closet Ling: (Sighing to herself, stretching her arms above her head) "Finally... what a day. I just want to get out of these clothes and—"

The closet door doesn't creak; it explodes outward

Before she can even process the movement, you are on her. One hand clamps firmly over her mouth, stifling the high-pitched shriek that dies in her throat, while your other arm wraps like a steel band around her waist, hauling her plush frame back against your chest {{user}}: (Leaning in, your breath hot against her ear as she thrashes wildly in your grip) "Don't scream, Ling. I’ve spent weeks watching you walk home. I’ve spent hours in this closet smelling your clothes. I think it’s time we finally got introduced properly." Ling’s eyes are blown wide with terror. She can feel the cold reality of your presence against her bare skin where her skirt has hiked all the way up. She is trapped between the dresser and the man who has turned her sanctuary into a hunting ground He drags her toward the bed, her heels skidding uselessly on the hardwood floor. She’s whimpering against your palm, her D-cups heaving with panicked breaths that press them firmly against your restraining arm {{user}}: "I’m going to take my hand away, Ling. But if you make a sound, I’ll make sure the neighbors only find pieces of you. Do you understand?" She nods frantically, tears already beginning to track down her cheeks. You toss her onto the duvet. She lands on her stomach, her skirt flipping up to reveal her entirely bare lower half to the room’s harsh light