Black Rose

Chapter 75

Gulf clutched at his chest trying to get air back in his lungs. What the fuck had just happened? He looked around the house trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. Only the sound of his labored breaths could be heard. He shook his mind trying to concentrate.

He looked at the wide open door, who was that? How did they get in without making a sound? What were they doing here to begin with. He laid on the floor trying to calm his heart and regulate his breathing, he didn't need an anxiety attack right now, what he needed was to be sound of mind so he could gather his thoughts. He closed his eyes and concentrated on calming himself.

His heart began to regulate, his breathing adjusted. Once he was sure he wasn't going to have an attack he got up slowly. He used the counter to steady himself, his legs trembled slightly as the adrenaline rush from earlier faded.
He walked to the door flipping the light switch and examined it. No trace of forced entry, he remembered the attackers hands were gloved. He looked around nothing seemed to be missing, everything was exactly how he had left it, so what was his purpose.

He rubbed his neck massaging away the ache he felt. He closed the door and locked it, not that it mattered apparently. He walked back to the kitchen and took out a water bottle from the fridge, he gulped it down. He sat down and thought about everything. He remembered sleeping soundly and suddenly images began to flash, the bodies of the 'Black Rose' victims faded in and out of his dreams and... there was something else what was it. He closed his eyes again trying to remember. Nothing. He pounded his fist on the table frustrated.

Could this be the killer? Had he come to get revenge for finding him last time? He got up and walked to his room picking up his phone. He should tell Mild right away. He scrolled through his contacts and found him he clicked on it and right as he was about to press the call button he paused.

What if it was the killer? Would telling his friends put them in danger? Should he tell Suppasit? What if his house was being watched and that's how the killer had found him. Would Mild coming here put him in dangers way? He looked at his screen again and locked it. No, he wouldn't risk anyone else specially not the people he cared for, but he also couldn't just hide it. Who could he trust?

He sat down on the bed thinking. It was a risk to trust him but he seemed like the most reasonable one. He would wait until morning and then give him a call. He looked around the room. Had he made it this far in? Why was he leaving? Did he not come here to kill him? He had so many questions scrambling around his head. He took a deep breath and walked to the restroom, he began to fill the tub with water, he needed to relax.

Meanwhile

He drove with a smile on his face. The smell of lavender coming off his clothes kept his high going, his dick throbbed painfully in his pants but he didn't care. He didn't know why it had turned him on so much to see his Kana gasp for air but he liked it, better yet he loved it. He giggled. Who knew this was better than just watching him from afar!

He chuckled again feeling it vibrate in his chest. Of course he couldn't risk getting that close to him again, this was because he had no choice! But he felt a little rush flow through him at the thought of having his Kana gasp for air, maybe with his dick shoved deep in his mouth. He hummed in pleasure. Yes he could see it now, he needed to finish his confession soon, he needed to burry himself deep into his Kana and have him beg and gasp for air as he pounded away mercilessly. He bit his lip in excitement.

Later that morning

Gulf finished eating his breakfast. He had today off and didn't have any plans till he saw Mew that afternoon. He glanced at the door. He picked up his phone and decided it was time to make that call. He clicked on the contact and waited.