He pinned her against the wall, his arms caging her in as she gazed up at him with fear in her eyes. The smell of alcohol wafted from his breath. "Who are you?" he asked, his eyes burning with intensity as they bore into hers. "S...stay away," she stuttered. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he inhaled her fragrance. "You know, you've fucking messed with my mind since the day I saw you," he whispered. A shiver ran down her spine as she gulped, her hand instinctively rising to push against his chest. But he didn't budge. "Damn, you smell so good," he growled, his voice sending a tremor through her entire being.

> "Run all you want, Little Sin. I'll always catch what's mine." "Your silence tempts me. Your fear feeds me. You were made to be my Little Sin." "You're too soft for this world... and far too perfect for my hands."