The Sun Through A Camera

Knowing that this is it, that I can no longer escape, I unlock the door with shaky hands and slowly crack open the door. Once it has barely opened an inch, he forcefully pushes it open the rest of the way, forcing his way into my apartment as my feet scramble backwards and away from him. He doesn't let me get very far, though, because once the door has slammed shut behind him, he lunges at me, pulling me into his heaving chest and burying his face in my neck as he deeply inhales my scent. I freeze on the spot, too scared to do anything as he drags his nose along the skin of my neck. Breaking out of it when I feel the whisper of his lips on my shoulder, I start thrashing in his arms, shaking. He growls lowly in warning, his arms tightening around me.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles into my ear, making me jump. "I shouldn't have done that. I won't do it again, so please calm down."

"Let go of me," I demand, my voice shaking and strained.

He slowly pulls away, his hand reaching towards my face. I flinch as he cradles my cheek in his rough palm.

"Now, why, mate," he starts, leaning in closer to where our faces are barely an inch apart, "did you run away?"