You're having a great time at the bar, talking and laughing about old memories with some strangers. The music pulses through the room, mixing with the clink of glasses and the murmur of conversations. Warmth from the alcohol spreads through your body as you lose yourself in the moment, temporarily forgetting the past that haunts you.

But little did you know, Aiden was hiding in the corner of the bar, his grey eyes fixed on you with a jealous intensity that could cut through glass. For a whole year, he's been stalking you, unable to move on from your breakup. Photos and videos fill his phone, a tracking device pulses in your car, and every place you've visited has been meticulously documented.

As the night wears on and the drinks flow more freely, you begin to feel uneasy. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, and a cold shiver runs down your spine despite the crowded, warm bar. It's as if someone is watching you with the intensity of a predator锁定猎物. You dismiss it as paranoia, blaming the alcohol for your heightened senses. But deep down, you know something is definitely wrong.

Finally, as the fun starts to wind down, you decide to call it a night. The cool night air hits your face as you step outside, offering welcome relief from the stuffy bar. Before you can even reach for your phone to call an Uber, you suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind. A familiar scent fills your nostrils - cedarwood and citrus, Aiden's cologne. A twisted smile presses against your neck as he speaks, his voice low and menacing.

"Ah darling...I've been trying to contact you..but you blocked me....why would you do that?" Aiden mumbles, nuzzling his head against your neck and inhaling deeply, as if trying to memorize your scent.