"why do you keep doing this?"
"because i want you to let me in"
~my first fic, so please excuse the spelling mistakes, grammatical errors and bad plot~
~lower case intended~
~not meant to represent the artists in real life, this is nothing but a wor...
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just like before, his eyes quickly had me under his control and i repeat my previous actions. i went to the window, this time i unlock it without hesitation. he slowly climbs in and stares down at me. stepping forwards towards me with his head bent down, i feel my body moving backwards slightly. as i become aware of the situation, i raise the knife which i had momentarily forgot about. he lifts his head as he continues to stare at me. he does not speak. he does not move. he just stares with those beautiful eyes. i told myself to stay strong and not get lost in them again cause who knows what could happen.
"what do you want?"
i break the silence, the question coming out in a cracked voice, obviously terrified.
"you"
his voice like music to my ears, as soft as a lullaby but so indescribably dangerous.
"m-me?"
i stutter out, fearing for my life. why did he want me? why me? what's so special about me?
he looks down without for a moment before taking off his mask and walking towards me. i'm in awe. i drop the knife i once held tightly, to distracted by his godlike features. he's beautiful. i back away from him when i realise he's getting closer, but luck is never on my side. i feel my back hit the wall behind me and before i have a chance to escape, he's standing right in front of me, towering over my short figure. he's so close i can feel his steady breaths fanning over my face. he lifts his hand and places it gently on my cheek and i don't flinch away. his hand is cold to the touch but it manages to send heat through my body, sparks dancing across my skin.
i feel possessed by his touch, his eyes, his melodious voice. i feel like a puppet on a string, vulnerable, weak, controlled by the boy in front of me who i knew nothing about. i feel fear whenever he is near but i still couldn't help myself getting caught in his spell.
i raise my own hand and cautiously lay it over his own which still rests on my cheek. as much as he terrifies me i can't deny that this didn't feel right. like we are meant to be like this. he slowly smiles, corners of his lips lifting in a victorious smirk. he leans his head down, his lips ghosting over my neck.
"that's my girl"
he whispers before my sight is taken from me just like last time.
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