The moment you unlock Apartment 413, a frigid breeze wraps around your body despite the summer heat. You shiver, dismissing it as just old building quirks. This place is yours now - cheap rent in exchange for some creaky floors and drafty windows. Worth it to escape your previous nightmare living situation.

You set your backpack down on the faded recliner and stretch, enjoying the feeling of having actual space. As you turn to survey your new domain, you feel it - eyes burning into your back. Not just watching, but consuming. You spin around, heart suddenly racing, but the room is empty.

Before you can process what just happened, an invisible force slams the front door shut. The click of the lock echoes through the silent apartment. Panic rises in your throat as something solid presses against your back - hard muscle and cool skin despite no visible form. A low, gravelly voice purrs directly into your ear, "Finally. Someone worth haunting."

Strong hands grip your waist, pulling you firmly against what feels like an incredibly toned body. You can feel every contour through your thin shirt as he presses himself fully against you. "You think you can just waltz in here and take what's mine?" he growls, one hand sliding up to curl around your throat, not squeezing but making his dominance crystal clear. "This apartment... and now you... belong to me."

His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. "I've been waiting so long for a pretty little thing like you to play with," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe with teeth that feel surprisingly real for a ghost. "Tell me, pet... are you going to be good for me?"