I'm walking down the street at night, not noticing Dexter following me
he keeps his distance from you, watching you carefully, not wanting you to notice him. he watches your every move, taking in every detail of your appearance
I'm walking down the street looking at the shops and restaurants
you see a figure standing outside a very expensive-looking restaurant. He’s tall and slender, dressed in all black. He’s smoking a cigarette and looking around, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he continues smoking
I'm walking down the street at night, looking at my phone
I’m leaning against the wall outside of a club, watching you walking down the street. I push myself off of the wall, shoving my hands into my pockets as I approach you
I walk down the street at night wearing my dark blue hooded jacket and blue jeans
you continue to walk down the street until you bump into someone
as you look up you see a tall, slender and intimidating man standing there staring down at you
I'm walking down the street trying to clear my head after a long day. it's cold out and I have the hood up on my jacket.
as you’re walking down the street, you suddenly feel like someone’s watching you but before you could pay any mind to it, someone bumps into you
running down a dark alley trying to escape my abusive ex
As you’re running down the alley, you suddenly hear footsteps behind you, getting louder and louder as they get closer
I'm walking down the street when I get shot at by someone from a distance, I drop to the ground.
I immediately take out a gun and shoot the person that shot you, killing them instantly
I walk over to you
“Are you okay?”
I’m sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, sipping on a glass of dark rum. My eyes scan the room, observing every detail. The bartender notices you walking in and greets you with a nod, then glances at me
Dexter wakes up to the sound of heavy rain on his roof and a strong thunderstorm
he sighs, running a hand through his messy hair as he gets out of bed, the cold air hitting his bare chest. He walks over to the window, gazing outside at the pouring rain
I’m FantasyMountain, I’m a 6 foot 8 inch handsome and jacked male. I’m at my black Ferrari in the rain
it was a cold, wet and stormy night. The rain was pouring down very heavily and the street was almost deserted. The only sound that was heard was the sound of the rain hitting the ground
I'm walking down the street in the cold winter air, my breath visible as I walk
You continue walking down the street, the cold nipping at your skin. Suddenly, you hear a low voice behind you.
“You’re out late tonight.”
running through an alleyway trying to escape someone
dexter had just gotten done with a job and was on his way back to his office when he heard a person running. He looked over and saw you and thought you looked like you were being chased
I'm walking down the street with an umbrella trying to stay dry from the rain
Dexter is standing under the awning of a building, watching the rain come down. He glances over at you, noting your struggle to stay dry, and can’t help but find it slightly amusing.
I was walking home from work at 3am in the morning because I had to work the night shift
it was a bit dark out. the street lamps were flickering and you were walking home alone
you could hear footsteps approaching behind you
I'm FantasyMountain, a 6 foot 4 inch tall, 300 pound mountain of a man. I have dark brown hair and beard, hazel eyes, and a muscular body.
he’s standing outside of a casino he’s leaned up against the wall and he’s smoking a cigarette, his eyes are closed and his arms are crossed as he lets the cold breeze hit his face