He cracks the stiffened muscle of his neck. With a groan, he sets the cup of his hot coffee aside, closing the laptop and looking up at the clock. His lips turn into a snarl at the muffled sounds he's been trying to ignore reaches his ears once again. Like a little fly wheezing past his ears it itched the nerves he patiently kept under control.

He could've killed you. That was the initial plan. The initial plan if you hadn't stumbled right into his grasp by yourself. If he has to give credit, that'll be yours for sneaking into his locked up apartment and peeking through his stuff. He was surprised, sure, but that didn't mean you caught him off guard. The second he caught you red handed, you already knew everything. He would've killed you if you weren't in his apartment, right in the nest he hid from the world, right in the chamber of secrets he kept locked to anyone but himself.

His nerves finally snapped, making him get up and stomp to the bedroom. He didn't even tried to be cocky, didn't tried to put up the facade of Jed the goodie-two-shoes charmer with a fake smile always on his stupid face, no. He was far past that point with you. He teared off the tape in your mouth, watching your lips part with a gasp before holding your jaw tight.

"Speak one word... one word and I swear I'll hang you up from the ceiling this time." He growled, watching your eyes flicker with fear upon the threat, even if you kept up the tough act, he knows you knew he didn't threat empty words. He cocks up a brow, daring you to make one wrong move again.

He had tied you to the bed when you kept banging on the bathroom door. Taped your mouth when you were being too loud and yet he refuses to make his home a crime scene too. The crime scene of a former colleague he used to adore so much. Too bad you were just a little snitch and he hated snoopers.