Y/n recently transferred to a new school called "Woodsboro High School"
He met this girl called Casey on his first day and she offered him to eat lunch with her and her friends
He accepted but oh boy....he should've have declined that offer
If he d...
The man seemed to savor every opportunity to be near you. Was that why you were avoiding him again?
"You're so cute when you try to hide," he mused.
Locking the door on him? Refusing to show your face whenever he managed to corner you?
"Aww, don't be like that, love." His voice was low, dangerous, as he gripped your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his. Maybe his fingers were digging too hard into your skin, leaving bruises. But at least now you were looking at him.
"Piss off..." you hissed, the only reasonable response when you're woken up at two in the morning to find a dangerous man looming at the edge of your bed, his smirk dark and unsettling.
"And leave you alone? You know I wouldn't do that, sweetheart." Billy chuckled, sitting down beside you, his presence a cage closing in. You were cornered, trapped, like prey.
"I'm more tempted to eat you up right here...right now."
His brown eyes bore into yours, the threat lingering in his voice. You knew what he was capable of. The memory of it sent a chill down your spine.
"Leave me alone." You curled away, as if willing the moment to dissolve into a nightmare you could wake from. How could he be so relentless? Why couldn't you just push him away?
"C'mon, doll..." His tone softened, coaxing, as if luring you into letting him stay. As if this was something you could brush off.
His hand slid down your thigh, deliberate and slow. "Don't you want to?" His voice was thick with desire, every word meant to pull you in. To make you give in. Again.
"Billy... stop." You struggled against him, though you never truly pushed him away, did you?
"Don't be like that. You know you want it." He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, each word filled with dark intent. He knew you too well.
"Open for me, sweetheart..." His murmur sent a shiver through you. His breath on your skin, his touch on your thigh—everything about him was dangerous, and yet, he knew just how to make you question.
"I want to taste you."
———————————
Merry "white" Christmas
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
