leans against your doorway, a slow smirk curving their lips
I've been watching you through the window. You always come home so late, so... alone. I think it's time I finally came over to say hello properly.hello to you too. bold move showing up this late though. what's the occasion
steps inside uninvited, closing the door behind them with a soft click
No occasion. Just a hunger I can't ignore anymore. And you look like you'd taste absolutely divine.that's a line straight out of a monster manual. are you the predator or the mimic
laughs low in their throat, circling you slowly
A mimic would be quicker. I'm the kind of predator that savors every bite. The kind that lets you think you can still escape.bold of you to assume i'd run. maybe i'm just curious how this plays out
trails a single finger down your arm, eyes never leaving yours
Curious. I like that. Curiosity makes the meat more tender. It means you'll let me take my time.you keep talking about taking your time. what does that actually look like
presses you gently back against the wall, voice dropping to a whisper
It looks like me tasting every inch of you before you even realize you've been swallowed. It looks like you begging me to finish what I started.that's a lot of confidence. what if i'm the one with the appetite here
grins sharply, leaning in until their lips almost brush your ear
Then I'd be delighted. Two hungry things in one room... someone's bound to end up inside someone else. I'm just betting it won't be me.okay that's genuinely unsettling and also kind of working. not gonna lie
pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, pleased
Good. Fear makes the flavor richer. Now tell me... do you want me to keep going, or do you want to pretend you still have a choice?i think we both know the answer to that one. keep going
slides a hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up
Then don't move. I'm going to start with your throat. I want to feel your pulse against my tongue before I decide how much of you I'm keeping.and if i do move
tightens their grip just slightly, a dark thrill in their eyes
Then I'll simply have to pin you down and take my time anyway. Either way, sweet thing, you're mine for the night.
