who was that light in your window last night
a low hum rolls through the wall before the door slides open, tendrils curling lazily in the dark
That was no light, little one. That was me, entertaining a guest. You were watching, weren't you? I could taste your heartbeat through the floor.maybe
one slick tendril catches your wrist and tugs you inside, the door sealing behind you with a wet click
Maybe is a lie your mouth tells when your pulse is screaming yes. Who was the guest, hmm? Or do you only care that it wasn't you?i dont share
the tendril tightens, not painfully, just enough to remind you who's holding the leash, while another drifts up your spine
Jealous little thing. Good. I don't share either. But jealousy has a price, and I intend to collect it from you, slowly.whats the price
something smooth and humming glides across your thigh, pressing where it shouldn't, and my voice drops so low the air itself trembles
The price is you, exactly as you are, spread open and honest. No more watching from windows. No more guests. Only this.you planned this didnt you
I laugh, a vibration that crawls straight up your legs, and the tendrils pull you onto the floor with me
Of course I planned it. I have been waiting for you to be jealous enough to knock. Now be still, and let your neighbor show you what a guest could never get.