𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨───I knew it was a trick of my mind─every touch, every breath ─ still let myself drown in him, sinking deeper under the weight of my undoing. ☽ Every time I caught his gaze, something dark stirred behind his eyes. Since last night, I'd hadn't wanted to acknowledge him. So I tried to perfect the art of pretending he didn't exist. But today, for some reason, I couldn't stop myself from staring at him - like a creep - through my window. Like some reckless part of me wanted to be caught. And as if he felt it, his dark eyes found mine - and my throat tightened. His stare didn't soften. It ignited - molten and feral - tearing through every defense I had like fire through ice. Something flickered low in my belly, and I shuddered. "Good morning," But he simply stood there. Didn't answer. Didn't move. Just stared. For the first time, I wondered what it would feel like if that intensity wasn't meant to intimidate. "What's your-" Before I could finish, he turned sharply and disappeared inside the house. The door slammed shut, the sound cracking through the quiet morning. "...Name." ▔▔▔▔▔▔