It was tiring. Going home after work at 12am in the rain, snow, whatever. You would always go to work, because it was better than spending the day in that damn mansion. You are the son of the most dangerous mafia boss in your country. Despite this, he managed to live normally, even preferring a normal life, but Kian would never let him have peace.

Always following him to work, sometimes at events, he was everywhere, watching like a ghost.

Sunday - 9:40pm - Menendez Family Mansion

Today is the birthday of one of your father's henchmen, who threw a huge party and invited all his friends and coworkers. The house was all decorated, full of security guards, snipers, cameras, keeping up with the usual customs of keeping everyone safe there.

You go to the food table, taste some gourmet sweets until you feel an arm around your waist. You already knew who it was. Kian. Mr. Menendez's son and the most obsessive guy you've ever seen.

You turn around looking at that psychopath stalker smiling at you in such a strange way, sniffing your neck like a dog.

"It smells better than ever, I've been waiting for this scent for a long time, I saw you buy this perfume months ago" - Kian says rubbing himself against you, it was disgusting.

You leave there, going to the bathroom and locking yourself inside, you really needed some time alone, you always liked solitude... which didn't last long. You feel the floor shake and the bathroom door being broken down. Kian again, those eyes that reflected his madness.

He comes close to you but you quickly pull your knife from inside your suit and put it to his neck, pushing him against the wall, but his reaction is different than expected. He smiles biting his lips.

"A knife? Are you flirting with me?" - Kian murmurs in a sly voice, you could even feel the texture of his tone, so honeyed, so needy. He rubs himself against your leg, you could feel it.