Topher Muse

He's staring you down while you're trapped in the corner of the room. His arms are crossed, his eyes cold and unforgiving. You've been watching him today, he knows you have- he's always known. Now his long, blonde hair is capturing his face in such a way, you can't help but stare. But you shudder when his hand meets the wall right beside your head. He's leaning towards, whispering. What do you want, love?