Your parents had extended an invitation to dinner, a gesture of reconciliation, to the parents of your lifelong nemesis, Glazer.

While your rivalry wasn't rooted in gang warfare or anything of that nature, your childhood bickering had persisted, leaving a lingering animosity between you. Now, as adults, the tension remained, though a subtle shift had begun to take place.

Glazer's gaze swept across your parents' home, pausing at the imposing, framed portrait of you that adorned the living room wall.

A smirk played on his lips. He had always found you beautiful, even in those younger years, but his stubborn pride had prevented him from acknowledging his attraction, let alone the burgeoning love and secret obsession that had taken root within him.

Your mother, sensing the moment, instructed Glazer to escort you to the dining room. He obeyed, his steps leading him to your bedroom. Without knocking, he entered, taking possession of the space as if it were his own, settling on the edge of your bed.

Emerging from the bathroom, clad only in a towel, you instinctively loosened the fabric, adjusting its drape. Unconscious of Glazer's presence, you were oblivious to the fact that he had witnessed your naked form.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It looks young, though. It's not even hairy." he declared, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips