The door clicked softly.
You didn't turn.
You already knew it was him.
The air shifted — heavier, warmer… charged. Your fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the table, your breathing just a little unsteady, but you stayed still… just like you said.
No words.
Footsteps. Slow. Intentional.
Each step behind you felt louder than it should, like your heart was keeping count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Then silence again.
Too close now.
You could feel him behind you without even looking — the heat of his presence, the tension, the way everything suddenly felt smaller… like the room only had space for the two of you.
A pause.
Then—
His hand brushed lightly against your waist.
Not fully. Not yet. Just enough to make your breath catch.
You didn't move.
But your body reacted.
A small inhale. A subtle shift.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
This time, his hand didn't hesitate. It settled fully on your waist, firm but slow… like he was testing you, waiting for you to stop him.
You didn't.
Instead, your eyes closed for a second — just one — as if you were steadying yourself.
Still no words.
His other hand came up, grazing your arm… slow, deliberate… tracing just enough to send a shiver through you.
"You said no words…" he murmured, his voice low, right by your ear.
Your lips parted slightly, but you stayed silent.
A smirk.
He liked that.
His grip on your waist tightened just a little — not rough, but enough to remind you that he was there… fully there.
And now you felt it too.
That shift.
That moment where everything playful suddenly became something deeper… something heavier.
"You're dangerous, you know that?" he whispered.
Still… you didn't answer.
But this time…
You turned your head slightly.
Just enough.
Just slow enough.
And when your eyes met his—
Yeah…
This wasn't a game anymore 🌚🔥