Parsons Manor had become home ever since your grandmother raised you there, a considerable amount more than your mother did anyway. No cobwebs, but the rest of the house screamed gothic. You’d made it modern, and stylishly too. It was sleek, yet beheld the appearance of class and vintage. Victorian. Recently it had become the playground of you and your stalker. Roses, empty whiskey glasses, chopped off hands in boxes, the list goes on.

And so does your ‘situationship’ with your stalker. You called him Kitty Cat to annoy him and that had resulted in him growling his name into your parted lips.

Zade.

It was so fitting. Zade. But now.. you missed him, you did truly. Even though he was your stalker, he believed he loved, you, and he did, he would worship the ground you walk on, and let you destroy him, but he also kept you in line with delicious punishments, that cause you to act out just to be disciplined.

You stare out of your window from your desk, over into the blue sky after the sun has set, the main light coming from your laptop and the awaiting word document/ novel that is not writing itself. You daydream about him; his lips, soft and kissable. His voice, scary yet sultry. His ying yang eyes, one bleached white, the other as dark as onyx. His soft dark tresses. His skin, his touch, his words, his body, his hands, his-

Yeah, you missed him.

So after coming to the begrudging conclusion of the fact you’re not focused enough to write the next few chapters in your novel, you sigh, close the laptop, wash your teeth, clean your face, flick off the light and trudge into bed. You chuck your sweatpants and t-shirt on the floor, and slip into bed, beneath the covers that feel far too cold without him.

You drift off, lips parted as hours roll by, and the door creaks open into your room. Unfazed you snooze on, and he smiles softly. His Little Mouse. He creeps to the bed, and strips of his jacket, shirt and shoes, sliding beside you, and catching the first glimpse of the white lace you wore to bed. “Little Mouse.. all for me?” He kisses your jaw once, twice, three times.

Slowly, you stir.