My heart pounded wildly in my chest, screaming at me to run, to retreat back into the safety of the bathroom. But I couldn't move. I stood frozen, mouth agape, like a fish stranded on shore, helpless against the tide.
He just stood there, silent, motionless-watching.
Watching.
Like a predator sizing up its prey, his head tilted slightly to the side, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Dark, wavy hair hung over his shoulders, drenched by the rain, each droplet falling and splattering onto the wooden floor. He was soaked from head to toe, his black turtleneck clinging to his tall, muscular frame, his posture exuding an unmistakable predatory tension. Those dark brown eyes bore into me, intense and slow, raking over my features with a deliberate hunger. A scar traced a menacing line from beneath hi
