Gasp
Heather sat up barely opening her eyes.
"Bad dream princess¿" the black figure standing over her cunningly said.
She jumped, finally catching her breath. Unable to wrap her head around the situation that she woke up in, she combed her hands through her hair. ":who are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my room?"
He smirked a little bit and took a step toward. " Do you not want me here, princess?"
He asked as if it was a rhetorical question that he already knew the answer too. HECK he probably did. He waited two seconds and then took two more steps toward.
Unsure what to make of this, she scooted backward towards the wall her bed was against. Her back twitched as it hit the border of her escape. ":seriously drop the act, this isn't some weird porno sitcom with a mafia leader alpha male. What are you doing here? Who even are you?"
" That doesn't matter" he said with an almost angry expression. His whole demeanor changed as he shifted his weight from his left leg to his right.
Heathers eyes scanned the room for an escape. Nothing. She started to get worried as this complete stranger cornered her. He stepped forward again but this time into a ray of light coming through her window. His face was exposed and she was able to make out a strong masculine jawline. His upper lip twitched. " damn it , now you've seen me, now I can't let you live. Turn out you may just be a one time use."
She shuddered at the sound of his voice being so demanding. He sounded needing. He sounded starved. That was what made her even more nervous. She was scared. Heather wished to be anywhere but there, where she stood. Except, she didn't. For some odd reason, she liked it. She wanted more. She was hooked to his dominance. She knew it, and he knew it. The energy in the room was like a rat walking on a power line. Tension was filling the room and it was becoming unbearable.
