I watched him from the table in the corner where I'm sitting.
He bought the drinks and took one and sip it.
And turned his head to look directly at me.
His eyes give me and unwelcoming look before turning around and walking out of the café.
Phew~ That was so intense! How did he know I was staring?
"I just knew it would be you."
What the- Didn't he just walk out!? Now he's right behind me?
"I could feel your gaze you know? On my neck."
Why is he coming closer? D-Don't... T-That is close enough-
"Keep your eyes to yourself sweetheart. It's not nice to stare."
I felt myself whimper as he huskily whispered that and walked out again with a smirk.
Didn't his voice have the slightest stroke of malice in it when he spoke? Or is it just me?
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Fanfiction"W-What is that on your body?" I got a hold of his hand tightly, slowly crushing it as he whimpered in pain. "Keep that little head of yours out of places you don't need to fret about." A/n: I don't support the acts displayed in this work, even tho...
