A Dangerous Stalker

The air outside the Jiang villa was crisp with the faint chill of early autumn, but Feng Ruoxi barely noticed the cool breeze as she stood on the expansive balcony attached to her bedroom. Her sharp eyes scanned the grounds below, her focus darting to the shadowy edges where the villa's floodlights failed to reach. She didn't feel at ease. Not since the banquet. Not since him.

The memory of the mysterious man who had been watching her at the banquet lingered, gnawing at her thoughts. He had slipped into her periphery at the most unexpected moments since then—on the streets of Kyoto, near the Jiang Group building, and even once outside her old school's gates. Always far enough to avoid confrontation but close enough for her to know he was there. Watching. Waiting.