~THE MANIPULATOR~
I’m completely immobilized beneath his stare. I can only imagine the look on my face when I see him standing there, waiting for me.
The sconces behind my bed are lit, offering dim lighting. Enough for me to get a clear view of him. He’s clad in all black. Leather boots, jeans that wrap tightly around broad thighs, and a matching hoodie that looks a size too small with the way he fills it out.
Still, I can’t see much of his face—that damn hood.
My tongue darts out, wetting my dry lips.
“Take off your hood,” I say, a slight tremor in my voice. He doesn’t. Nor does he speak.
Anger begins to build beneath the fear.
“You wanted me to come find you, kitty cat. I did. So take off your f*****g hood and show me your face,” I demand, my voice rising alongside my anger.
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