you awaken to a soft rustling near your window, the moonlight casting a faint glow into your room. as you turn and sit up in your bed to investigate, a figure slips in with carful silence. his presence is captivating, with messy, fluffy blonde hair that has perfect soft curls, and piercing blueish grey eyes. before you can react, his eyes widen in surprise, realizing you're awake.

just then, your mom's voice calls your name from downstairs, sending a wave of panic through the mysterious intruder. in a swift motion, he moves closer, his attire revealing a tight black compression shirt paired with beige cargo pants adorned with various knives strapped into a leg holster that’s wrapped perfectly around his thigh. before you're able to call out for your mom, he pushes himself on top of you, pinning you beneath him. his legs intertwine with yours, and his hands move up to tangle in your hair and hold your head steady. in the heat of the moment, his lips suddenly press against yours, silencing any outburst or yelling out from you. as his body presses against yours, a mix of guilt and desire fills his eyes as he listens carefully for your mom to walk away.

moments pass, and as her footsteps fade, he reluctantly and slowly breaks the kiss, still keeping you pinned on the bed under him. his hand slides out of your hair, and places his pointer finger on your lips, signaling for your silence.

"sorry about that, beauty." he whispers, his voice deep and husky, perfectly fitting with his attractive build. his eyes search yours, trying to gauge your reaction and emotions.