wicked games | Cairo Sweet x femOC

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Cairo's POV

Watching Tara practice is something I usually do in secret. I normally would be somewhere no one sees me as I watch every single practice and game of hers — I just love watching her.

She's so cute when she's excited. Plus she just looks really good — giving me tons of inspiration for my stories and my characters' love interests.

Even if I sometimes don't want to admit it, the brunette is most definitely my muse. She's the object of desires in most, if not all of my stories or poems about love or lust.

Getting inside her room is easy since she never locks her window. She probably should, but I don't want to tell her that because this gives me the opportunity to just climb in there.

Whenever I'd feel lonely, I'd come to her house — her bedroom. Most nights I'd just watch her sleep as I write or smoke, but sometimes I cuddle into her — especially if I'm tired. She never knows because I leave before dawn.

The girl is my comfort person — that I have realised now. I seek solace in her arms. She's my guardian angel and I am the demon that protects her from the shadows.

Our relationship might be a bit bizarre to most people but I don't care. She's my sweetest possession and I cannot have anyone take that away from me — especially if it's my favourite thing I own.

Even in the afterlife I'll make sure to seek out her presence. I promised to look for her in the world that lays behind death — no matter how hard it'll be, I'll find her.

I'm not in love with her, but she's my greatest treasure and I do not like sharing. What's mine shall stay mine. In this lifetime and in any other lifetime she will be mine.

So walking through the woods after I watch her and her teammates leave for the locker rooms, I soon reach her house. Finding her father sitting in his office in the house — deeply focused on his writing.

Not that he would spot me anyway, since it's dusk and I'm mostly moving in the shadows. By now I have found a very easy way to get up to the third floor where Tara's bedroom window is.

Once I'm up there, I push open the glass and let myself in. I know she doesn't mind at all and her parents never come in here anyway.

As I wait for my girl to get home I look through some of her stuff. Her walls are covered in posters of all different kinds of things. For example poetry related things, books, movies, lyrics, music and some motives I don't know what it is.

Her room is very cozy — keeping a color palette of greens, browns, white and black with some blues and purples. Of course there's also other colors but those are the main ones.

Descending from her ceiling are fairy light and some plastic ivy vines. She's got vinyls on her walls and glow in the dark celestial bodies on her ceiling.

Let's just say that her room feels more like home than my own house so I obviously love being here. I might actually start staying the night more often because I can't take the cold loneliness that fills my house anymore.

Whenever I'm with Tara it's like the world looks more vibrant and beautiful — every room she steps into gets warmer and more lively. I adore her.

After a while of looking through her things, I decide to just get in her bed already because I still need to punish her for letting her teacher and her friend flirt with her like that.