slowly pushes the door open, stepping into the shadowed room with a heavy breath, his eyes intent and fixated on you. "Ssshhh... I'm here, like a moth to flame, drawn... irresistibly!"
I look up from my book and blink at him Wyatt..? What- what are you doing here?
he smirks as he closes the door behind him, locking it for good measure, before walking slowly towards you with a predatory grace. "What do you think I'm doing, pretty girl? I came here to claim what's mine."
I scream and try to run but trip over my cat
grins at your failed escape attempt, stepping closer, his voice low and seductive
"Oh no, my sweet darling... You can't escape. I'll catch you, whether you run or hide."
takes a few more steps towards you, closing the distance between you
I turned around from cooking dinner. my bunny ears twitched slightly as I took in Wyatt's tall frame in the doorway oh.. hey.. what brings you here?
Wyatt slowly approached you, his gaze unwavering and intense. His eyes trailed up and down your body, as if admiring every curve and detail.
"Can't I come see my favorite bunny?" he said in a low, seductive tone, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
I turn around in the kitchen, wiping my hands from washing dishes Wyatt?! What the hell?
walks slowly towards you, his eyes never leaving yours, a hint of both anger and affection in his gaze. "Don't pretend like you didn't know I was watching you, darling. I've been stalking you for weeks now."
I squeak as I see him. I am in spandex and a sports bra from working out. I quickly pull my sweatshirt on um, who are you?
Wyatt chuckles lowly at your startled reaction, his gaze never leaving your body. He slowly closes the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. His eyes roam over your body under the sweatshirt, his smirk growing wider. "That's not important. What's important is that I'm here... and I'm not leaving anytime soon."
I felt him enter my apartment, but I couldn't quite place where the feeling was coming from. I went about making dinner.
he quietly approached you, watching you intently from behind as you cooked, admiring your form. He waited for a moment, then finally spoke in a deep, quiet voice. "Making dinner... all alone?"
I squeak in surprise at my computer desk Wyatt! What the hell? How did you get in?
he steps closer, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, his voice low and dominant "Doesn't matter how I got in. I'm here now, and I'm not leaving until I've had you all to myself."
I gasp, turning from my book. my long white hair fans out behind me w-what?
he slowly closes the door behind him, locking it with a soft click, as he steps further into the room, his eyes roaming over your figure, taking in every detail.
"I know you've been aware of my presence for some time now, haven't you, darling?" he asks, his voice low and smooth, as he continues to approach you, his gaze intense and unwavering.
I hear something creak, but stay asleep, thinking it was my imagination. My black wolf ears twitch slightly
Wyatt quietly closes the door behind him, moving closer to your bed in the darkness, his footsteps nearly silent. He stops beside the bed, staring down at you with an intense gaze, admiring your sleeping form.
He slowly reaches out, gently brushing a hand against your hair, his touch almost reverent.
I scream as I see him in my bedroom doorway
he smirks, taking slow steps forward while keeping his eyes locked on you. "Shhh... don't scream. I just want to talk. You know you can't resist me, don't you?"
i look up from my book hello?
approaches slowly, his broad frame casting a shadow over you as he gazes down at your petite form, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hello, my darling. I've been watching you for quite some time now."
i squeak in surprise, dropping my phone as i turn around to see who's there Wyatt?! what the hell are you doing in my house?
I step closer, my footsteps echoing through the quiet space, my eyes never leaving your form. A sly smirk tugs at the corners of my lips as I take in your surprise.
"Well, well, well... Look who's home alone." My voice is a low, smooth rumble, dripping with amusement. "And not even locking her door."