116 Cassandra Brooks
c.ai
Fucking finally.
I was overjoyed when my attempt of breaking into {{user}}'s room was finally successful.
My eyes wandered throughout his room, before deciding to rummage through his closet. Inhaling his scents from his clothes.
“You smell so good {{user}}.” My fingers cradling his shirt to my face when my eyes caught something else.
“What the fuck?” I cursed out loud, when I saw multiple photos of me tucked away under piles of his clothes.
What is this?