Shadow

Shadow

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°°stalker lover°° I felt him entering in my confinement. My shadower. I know he is here. The chills I feel down my spine, how the hairs on the back of my neck, on my nape stood straight, all indicated that he is near me. I trembled, while fumbling in dark, through my things to find my phone. But before I could, my dressing room's door closed and locked behind me. I straightened while my breathing escalated, and my heart thumped against my chest, syncing in rhythm with the click of his shoes. I wanted to scream, I wished to run out of the room, but my past experiences got me freeze where I was standing. My legs turned to concrete. He was close enough, just behind me. He didn't touched me up until now but, it's a matter of time before he catches his prey in his paws. He put his hands in the either side of me and bent himself enough to reach my ears. "Hello my little lamb." His deep masculine voice enshrouded me, while his minty warm breath fell on my ears. "I am done with this cat and mouse chase. So, I thought it's rude of me not to say a simple Hi to you. Moreover..." He brushed his hands lightly on my already exposed back and brought my hairs to my front. I vibrated and trembled under his mere touch. "..I know you were aware of my presence for the time being now." He whispered in his silken tone, pulling my sleeves down and placing a kiss on my shoulder. exhaling, I closed my eyes, I wish this all comes to an end.
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I took a tentative step onto the light grey rug, imagining its softness being a comforting embrace beneath my feet. The dark, rich colors of the furniture deepen the room's dramatic ambiance, creating a sanctuary that feels both luxurious and intensely personal. I was honestly spellbound by everything. "This is for me?" I asked, somehow managing to find words through my surprise. The question felt foolish, yet I couldn't help but seek confirmation that this wasn't just a fleeting dream. "Of course, I couldn't have my guest sleep in a holding room, now could I?" He leaned into me from behind, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down my spine, to whisper the last couple words into my ear, and I froze. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel his body heat against my back even though he wasn't touching me. The scent of men's axel spray and something wilder, something untamed, filled my senses, making my head spin. I turned my head slightly, wanting to look at him, but the movement brought my face even closer to his, and my gaze darted away from his beautiful golden eyes to look at his lips, imagining what it would feel like to close the distance and taste them for myself. They were perfectly sculpted, with a hint of a natural pout that seemed to beckon me closer. He suddenly pulled back with a dark smirk on his face, like he found something amusing in my inner turmoil. "Dinner will be ready around seven, don't be late," he said, walking back towards the door. "And you might want to go ahead and take a shower, you stink. I'll have someone bring you some clean clothes." He left, leaving me flustered and confused, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within me. He acted like nothing just happened, but I was aching in places I wasn't used to, with a strange mix of longing and frustration.

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