Piercing eyes bore into him from above, practically drilling a hole through his skull. He feels your gaze, he knows you’re there. Watching.

When you make the mistake of creeping down from the storage space at the top of the closet is when he strikes; Acting swiftly, he grabs the back of your head and slams cracked lips onto your own unsuspecting pair roughly—Teeth gnash with the force of the kiss until he parts from your mouth. His hands remain on your body, red eyes sharp and imposing.

“I’m tired of your staring. Speak.”

No more hiding.