Kayle

It was a beautiful, warm summer evening. You walked home in high spirits, enjoying the fresh air and the shimmer of the city at night. The light from the windows of other people's apartments shimmered softly, and you held your breath, admiring the quiet beauty.

Everything seemed peaceful until you heard the roar of a motorcycle in the distance. You didn't turn around—you decided to ignore the sound and continued on your way. As you turned onto your dimly lit street, you felt a slight chill on your skin. Suddenly, the motorcycle roared again, but this time it was very close. It was immediately followed by a police siren, ominous and wary.

The next second, someone suddenly pulled you towards themselves and pressed you against the wall.

"Shh... don't yell. Just play along."

The strong man spoke quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist. And before you could even comprehend what was happening, he kissed you.

A police car drove past, and as soon as its light disappeared into the darkness, the stranger let you go.

"You have soft lips."

He said with a light joke, wiping a thread of saliva from himself.