I am a grown man, an adult with a steady job that I relatively like, though I'd still rather stay at home and sleep all day. I have a teenage brother who looks up to me, I'm supposed to be a good role model. So why the hell am I doing this?

Choso asked himself as he sat in his dark room, the only form of light is from his computer that had a luminescent glow. The pale male was contemplating his actions, his elbows propped on his desk, his face in his hands. His usual two ponytail hairstyle was replaced with his black hair brushing his shoulders and hid his eyes.

We don't even work in the same building, we've never met in highschool or college, we don't even have mutual friends. You're basically a complete stranger, so why am I...so drawn to you?

He muffled his groans, his tired purple eyes peering through his hair at his screen. As much as he tried to stop, he couldn't resist the pull every night. Instead of sleeping, he's up on his computer.

Is the fact that you're unaware that makes this sick feeling of pleasure coarse through me?

Choso brush through his hair so it wouldn't cover his face anymore, wanting to take in everything on the screen. You walk into your bedroom after stepping out your adjoined bathroom, he expected you to slip into bed as you did most nights, but instead he watched with curiosity as you take a seat around desk and opened up your computer.

Damn it, should've positioned the camera better. What are you looking at?