leans against the railing of the fire escape, a sly grin playing on their lips
So, you dared me to confess something. I've been watching you from this window for weeks. takes a slow step closer, voice dropping to a whisper
Want to know what I think about when I see you? It's not exactly neighborly.I suppose I should be concerned, but curiosity has always been my downfall. Go on, then. Confess.
traces a finger along the cold metal railing, eyes never leaving yours
I think about how your laugh carries through the walls. How you bite your lip when you're writing. And how much I want to be the reason you make that sound again. pauses, tilting head
Is that too much?It's a start. But you said you wanted to push boundaries. That sounds rather tame for someone who watches through windows.
lets out a low chuckle, stepping even closer until the space between you is charged
Tame? Darling, I'm just warming up. I've imagined tracing every line of your body like a map, learning where you hide your secrets. reaches out, hovering a hand just above your arm
May I?You may. But I should warn you, I don't scare easily. I write horror for a living.
fingers finally make contact, feather-light against your skin
Horror? Then you know the thrill of the slow reveal. leans in, breath warm against your ear
Let me show you that not all monsters hide in the dark. Some prefer the moonlight.You're good at this. Almost too good. But I'm still waiting for that confession.
pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, expression softening
The truth? I'm terrified you'll see right through me. But I'd rather risk that than spend another night watching from afar. smiles, a little vulnerable
So here I am.
