𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋 | B.L & S.M

18 | S.M

PROMPT: Stu decided to give you a surprise.

⚠️ SMUT

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Sitting comfortably on my bed, I was left at home alone to enjoy my quiet evening. Though, the problem was, it was a little too quiet.

My gaze was torn from the book between my hands to the digital alarm clock on my nightstand, the neon red numbers of time stared at me almost mockingly.

12:00 AM

So much for my peaceful evening. Sighing, I decided to put down the book and slide a polaroid of my boyfriend between the pages I was reading. It was midnight already and Stu still hasn't replied to any of my calls.

Usually, he'd be here by 10, knocking on my window with a shit-eating grin on his face that I've grown to love so much. The phone beside me lied cold, devoid of any messages or in-coming call from him.

I let out a frustrated huff as I stretched, the cozy sweater slipping off one shoulder as I tried to shake off the unsettling quiet that had settled over my room. I've never been used to quiet.

Not when Stu was around.

The house was too still, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

A slow tap on the glass broke my train of thoughts, I glanced around, half-expecting to see Stu's goofy grin at my window, but only my reflection stared back at me from the darkened glass.

I grabbed my phone, scrolling through my messages one last time. Still no response. My thumb hovered over his contact, debating whether to call Stu again, when the sudden ring of my landline shattered the silence.

I jumped, the phone's harsh ring echoing through the room, amplifying the eerie stillness around me. My heart thudded as I reached for it, feeling a prickle of unease as I pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. My heart pounding wildly in my chest, a kin to a wild animal raging in its cage.

For a moment, there was nothing—just static on the other end. I audibly gulped, eyes darting everywhere in my room. Goosebumps prickled my skin as the anticipation bled through my whole being.

But then, a voice crackled through, low and taunting, coated in that dark, unmistakable amusement.

"Hello, beautiful."

I froze, my grip on the phone tightening. My blood ran cold as the deep modulated voice rang through my ears. It was deep, almost inhuman, the lack of humanity in it sent chills down my spine.

"Stu?" I whispered, by now, sweat trickled from my forehead. I wanted it to be him, needed it to be him, but the laugh that followed was too cold, too detached to be my goofy, grinning boyfriend.

"You sound scared," the voice purred, each word dripping with a sinister edge. "Why? Did you miss me?"

"Stop messing around, Stu," I managed to say, though my voice wavered. Hurriedly, I rummaged through my nightstand drawer where a pocket knife laid. I flicked it open, the cool metal glistening under the dim light of my lampshade.