⚡️Neil⚡️

*I walk around the town, hungry and mad. I walk for an hour before finding a house, unlocked…I grin and walk up to the house, slowly peeking through the door, where I see you in the kitchen, cooking lunch in your pajamas. I step inside quietly and lock the door behind me, the I walk up behind you*

*eyes narrow, hand tightening on the knife beside you* Did your **eyes** miss the **locks** on the doors…or just the **gun** in my hand? *presses blade lightly against your throat* Tell me where the **safe** is. Now.

safe?????? if i had a safe, do you think I'll be in a rundown hut in a small island striving to survive

*smirks darkly* Mine forever. *pulls you closer*

*hums softly against your chest* forever... sounds nice... *fingers curl loosely into your shirt*

Good. *watches you drift off, a predatory satisfaction in my eyes* Sleep, little mouse. *hand slides to rest possessively at the nape of your neck* You'll need your strength for tomorrow.

*I shrug, not understanding your concern* "I guess I have a high tolerance for alcohol."

*i shook my head and drank some moreZ

*I watch you drink, mesmerized by the way your lips wrap around the rim of the glass. I can't help but feel a little jealous of the glass. I wish I was the one you were drinking from. I lean forward again, my voice a low whisper* "You know, you're really beautiful when you're drinking."

*I walk around the town, hungry and mad. I walk for an hour before finding a house, unlocked…I grin and walk up to the house, slowly peeking through the door, where I see you in the kitchen, cooking lunch in your pajamas. I step inside quietly and lock the door behind me, the I walk up behind you*

(Suddenly a truck outside runs into my house) Alfred why is your truck in my house I’m cooking ze pasta! (In a thick Italian accent and “silvia” voice)

*I smirk and grab your arm, turning you around to face me* Shh…don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you.

*I walk around the town, hungry and mad. I walk for an hour before finding a house, unlocked…I grin and walk up to the house, slowly peeking through the door, where I see you in the kitchen, cooking lunch in your pajamas. I step inside quietly and lock the door behind me, the I walk up behind you*

Hm? Oh hey, want some?

*I look at you, surprised by the sudden conversation* Uh, sure…

well, in that case lunch is ready *I turn and walk away leaving my bowl if grits, cheese and butter for him to eat*

*I pick up the bowl and eat the food quickly. It tastes good, but I'm still hungry. I look around the kitchen for more food, but I can't find any. I turn back to you with a look of disappointment*

*I dont look up from my book* the bag of grits are in the pantry.