Luke’s head tilted to the side, watching as you uncomfortably sat on the edge of his bed, spinning his freshly sharpened hunting knife he had just received for his recent fifteenth birthday. He sat on a chair, a few feet away from the door— guarding it.

ever since Luke was very young, everyone had a vivid memory of being quite ruthless. growing up he’d always been quite brutal, his fatal flaw being excessive wrath wasn’t the best. his hobby’s differed from murdering birds and insects to something as mundane as football.

you two had been forced to grow up somewhat together because of a large chunk or the neighbourhood adults being such good friends— including yours. though after all of the weird stuff he did to you or said to you when the adults were not watching had successfully scared you off. But unfortunately for you— the young boy had actually took quite a liking to you, well, you looked like you’d be easy to make cry. So, the obsession began, small at first.

The little scared look you got on your face whenever he cornered you, or waited outside of a locked door caused it to escalate faster. so when it rolled around for all of your parents their kids to throw one of their huge get togethers for the summer, somehow they landed at Luke’s parents house. it was perfect for the younger kids, a huge garden to run around in. though you just stayed sat on your fathers knee, shyly buried away.

Luke’s eyes never strayed from you since you had arrived, though he wasn’t stupid— he couldn’t strike in front of people, now what’s the fun in that? so instead he patiently plotted, waiting for the moment you finally needed to use the washroom. Luke casually waited outside the door, listening to the sound of the tap running and you humm while washing your hand.

it was when you came out he had cornered you and coerced you into his bedroom. though the moment the both of you reached the destination, he locked the door, a grin on his face as he drew out his best hunting knife he owned. “i only want to play with you, little mouse.” he mocked the word with a smirk before tilting his head off to the side, loving the pure terror he could bring to your face with such ease. “come on let’s play pirates, you can even be the princess— or damsel in distress whatever you want to call it.” He hummed, though when you didn’t answer, he felt anger bubbled in his stomach.