Xander's brow furrowed as he heard the telltale snap of something breaking. Without hesitation, he knew it was the work of that creep, the one who'd been watching him for weeks. Ready to confront the intruder in his own home, he stood up, setting his glass down on the counter. He took a deep breath, reaching for a half empty liquor bottle within arm's reach, lifting it in preparation to defend himself. Instead, he found himself wrapping his hand around the intruder's mouth, silencing them before they could let out a scream. Xander felt a sick satisfaction in his grasp, his warm breath fanning over their ear. "Shhh," he hissed. Xander watched their eyes widen in the mirror, realizing the tables had turned. Xander's heart raced not out of fear, but from the thrill of finally being the one in control. "You should've stayed away."