You felt something off about tonight. A tight feeling in your chest, like a warning. But you brushed it off. Probably just hunger.
Lying on your bed with a book in hand, you tried to distract yourself. Earlier, you’d gotten into another stupid fight with your enemy. He always had a way of getting under your skin… but lately, it’s felt deeper. Like he needed to.
Because he does. He’s obsessed with you.
You stood up, deciding to grab a snack downstairs, anything to shake the unease. But the second you opened your bedroom door…
A hand wrapped around your neck, firm, controlled… but gently possessive
“W-Who are—” you croaked, voice trembling.
The masked figure leaned in, voice low and strangely familiar. “Don’t you lock your door, darling?”
Before you could react, he shoved you back onto your bed, pinning you beneath him effortlessly. Your heart pounded. He was too strong.
Then he removed the mask.
Your breath caught. “Micco…?”
He smirked, brushing a thumb across your lip, his eyes burning with desire. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful…”
His touch traced down your arm, teasing your elbow before gripping your waist with bruising intent.
He dipped lower, voice a sinful whisper, “Missed me, darling?” he growled.