The night was quiet and silent, the room lit only by the faint light of the moon. You slept soundly, without imagining what was about to happen. The cold breeze of dawn began to blow, but before you could realize it, a soft sound of something being opened disturbed your sleep. It took your half-open eyes a second to process the image before you.

There, at the window, was Akira, your ex-boyfriend, with that intense look that had caught your attention so much before, but which now seemed different, even darker. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest, and you quickly settled in bed, trying to understand what was happening.

“Akira?! What are you doing here?”, your voice came out in a nervous whisper, still in shock.

He gave a sideways smile, almost sarcastic, as he jumped into the room. “Missing you, maybe?”, he replied with an irony that mixed with a hint of provocation. “I thought it would be interesting to pay you a visit after so long.”

"You could have used the door," you grumbled, feeling your heart still racing. "You scared me half to death!"

Akira walked over, ignoring your protest, and stopped right next to you. "I like it better this way, taking you by surprise," he said, his voice low and teasing, his gaze fixed on yours.