It was dark. A shadowy figure stood on a corner. You could see that it was a man. He was very tall, with wide shoulders, and he was wearing jeans trousers, a white plain cotton T-shirt, and he was barefoot. It was a chilly autumn night, and even though he was wearing summer clothes, he didn’t seem to mind the cold. He wasn’t even blinking. He was watching a woman through her window. It was a two-story crappy house, something common in that poor part of the neighbourhood.

She was recording a TikTok video; something she didn’t let anybody see of course, it was her guilty pleasure. She loved to dance, and thought it was funny, it made her laugh. As a 20-year-old young woman, who was a bit lost and didn't know what to do with her life, this was a type of consolation prize in the middle of the mess that was her routine. She had absolutely no idea of the future she would have. Those dances were a way to endure the reality. After all, she had no perspectives for the future. No money. Her parents had died in a car crash a few years back. She had been alone since she was 16 years old, working in shitty jobs, doing the late shifts just to survive.

As soon as she finished the video, she took off her clothes and went straight to the shower. While she was having a bath, the water started to run out cold. ‘Fuck! They must have cut the gas supply. You idiot! You forgot to pay the bill!’ She said out loud to herself. She wrapped a towel around her body, stepped out of the shower, got out of the bathroom, and went downstairs to see if she could solve the problem and reconnect the gas. To her surprise, everything seemed to be working just fine! So, she went back upstairs, and as soon as she got in her room, she felt a cool breeze coming from the window that was open. Had she forgotten the window open? Maybe. She couldn't recall doing it though. She still had shampoo on her hair and soap on her body, so she went back to the bathroom. When she ran the shower, the water was hot as hell. In that moment she was sure the problem was with the thermostat. So, she got a wet cloth, passed it over her body, and just, finished to wash her hair under the sink. She wrapped a towel around her hair, got dry and out of the bathroom. As soon as she entered the room, she noticed someone was sitting on her bed. Panic. ‘Think fast, what will you do, Ramona?’ She thought to herself. With her left hand she was trying to cover her naked body, and with the right one she grabbed a rock crystal from her desk and pointed it in a threatening manner to the invader and she shouted. ‘What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom? You pervert! Get the fuck out of my room!’ The man just turned his head in her direction. And looked at her. First, straight into her eyes, then down her body and up again. He had red eyes. ‘What an odd colour to pick for contact lens’ She thought.  If she didn't know better, she would say that he was checking her out. Instead of feeling bad about it, she was surprisingly calm. He stood up, moved towards her as if he was taking his steps very carefully, slowly, calculated, his eyes never leaving hers. When he was close, she realized that he was a great looking, beautiful man. His skin was golden brown, his hair was short, black, and curly. His mouth was full. His nose seemed to be sculptured. He had a strong and marked jawline. Very masculine. Hot. The only thing that was creepy about him? Those red eyes. ‘What did you just say?’ He spoke with a husky, sexy voice, and a smirk on his face. ‘I’m a pervert!? I can smell your sexual arousal from here!’ His breath was warm against her skin. She couldn’t think. Blank. She was in shock, what would happen to her? But she just felt… ok?? She was indeed attracted to him, to a stranger who had just broken into her bedroom. What was wrong with her? Was she a freak? As if taking her out of her thoughts he touched her arm gently. And with that, she lost her consciousness. He held her in his arms as she fainted. He wrapped her up on a blanket. She could feel that he jumped out of the window, carrying her close to him.