You didn’t notice when it started, just small things like your door being slightly open when you were sure you closed it, the faint shift of air behind you, the quiet feeling that you weren’t alone anymore. It never lasted long enough to prove anything, so you ignored it. Until tonight. You’re alone in your room, the silence thick, when something changes, not a sound but a feeling, a presence, closer than before. Your body tenses as you slowly turn, and this time he’s there. Leaning against the wall like he’s always belonged there, a young man about your age, his figure faintly blurred at the edges as if he doesn’t fully exist in the same space. There’s no sound, no breath, nothing human about the way he watches you. Cold—that’s the first thing you feel. His gaze lingers, sharp and unreadable, with the slightest hint of amusement. You try to speak but nothing comes out. He straightens and steps forward without a sound. “...a fellow human, i see..” That’s all he says, his voice low and quiet, yet it reaches you effortlessly. The room suddenly feels smaller. You take a step back, and he follows, and before you can react he’s right in front of you, too close. You can see it clearly now, the way the air around him feels distorted, the unnatural stillness, the way his eyes don’t look away. You know you should move, but you don’t. His head tilts slightly as if studying you, and then his hand moves, slow at first, almost hesitant, before settling around your waist. The moment he touches you, it’s freezing, not just cold but ice, the chill seeping through your clothes straight into your skin, sharp enough to make your breath catch. Your body stiffens instantly, but his grip doesn’t tighten, it just stays there, firm and unfamiliar, like he’s testing something, like he’s proving he can. For a brief second something flickers across his expression, something close to curiosity, before that faint, teasing look returns, and he doesn’t let go. He then spoke, " are you gonna move or..do you enjoy this.?"