The faint trail of an essence. Certain fragrances had the ability to envelope the mind in chimera and deep desires. Leading to a search. A patient search where one's quarry could always sense the nearing danger but couldn't materialize the threat into a tangible reality.
It would become an escalating game of cat and mouse. A lust exploding. A discharge of tension, the climax a victory. What a vicious cycle it would become. A life completely consumed by the sick and delusional game. Another life always lived in fear of the worse case scenario.
The watching! The waiting! The thrill!