I NEED YOU

The first light of dawn painted the room in hues of soft pastels, casting a gentle glow on the peaceful scene. The morning unfolded with a symphony of chirping birds and the subtle rustle of leaves outside the window, creating a tranquil atmosphere that whispered promises of a serene day ahead.

She awoke to the tender embrace of sunlight, the warmth of the morning wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. The room exuded a quiet charm, and a delicate breeze carried the scent of dew-kissed flowers through the open window. The world seemed to be waking up in harmony, a gentle ballet of nature serenading the start of a new day.

In this idyllic moment, the sweetness of the morning took an unexpected turn. As she shifted in bed, her eyes fluttered open, and there, at the foot of her bed, was a man—his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Panic gripped her like an icy hand as she recognized him—the mysterious stranger from the club the previous night.

A gasp caught in her throat as she attempted to scream, but an unseen force seemed to stifle her voice. The room, once a haven of tranquility, now felt like a suffocating cocoon of fear. Every fiber of her being screamed for help, but her cries seemed to dissolve into the air, unheard and unanswered.

The man's presence, though silent, spoke volumes of an eerie connection that defied explanation. His gaze held an otherworldly magnetism, freezing her in a moment suspended between the serenity of morning and the disquiet of the unknown. The weight of his stare bore into her, making her heart race in tandem with the ominous beat of a hidden drum.

As her fear escalated, the room transformed from a haven of dawn's embrace to a chamber of silent horror. The sunlight, once comforting, now cast long shadows that danced like specters on the walls. The morning, once sweet, now lingered on the precipice of a chilling revelation—one where the mysteries of the night had followed her into the light of day, and the enigmatic stranger became an unwelcome specter in the daylight's gentle embrace."

Wh- what d- what do you w- want fr- from me?" she stammered as beads of sweat formed on her fore head

"didn't mean to scare you" His voice was a velvety resonance, a symphony of masculinity that resonated with an inexplicable magnetism. It carried a warmth that could thaw the coldest of hearts, yet a depth that hinted at untold mysteries. Each word dripped with a honeyed cadence, weaving a mesmerizing spell that transcended the ordinary.

As he spoke, it was as if the very timbre of his voice possessed an ethereal quality, resonating with a supernatural charm that echoed through the air. It was a voice that could caress the soul, sending shivers down the spine and awakening dormant desires. The richness of his tone held an enchanting allure, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

At first, fear gripped her heart, an instinctive response to the supernatural handsomeness that accompanied the voice. His features, chiseled and sculpted by an unseen hand, bespoke a beauty that defied the norms of the mortal realm. Yet, as his words continued to flow, a subtle shift occurred within her.

The fear that once coiled in the pit of her stomach began to dissipate, replaced by an inexplicable fascination. Her imagination took flight, painting vivid scenes of his face—the sharp angles, the intensity in his eyes, and the allure of a confident smile that played on lips she longed to feel against her own. The supernatural aura that had initially unsettled her now transformed into an intoxicating aura, casting a spell that fueled her burgeoning fantasies.

His eyes, pools of mystery and depth, became windows to a world she yearned to explore. The very thought of his gaze locked with hers sent a thrill down her spine. She found herself fixated on the contours of his lips, wondering how they might feel pressed against hers, each word uttered a seductive invitation.

The fear that had once gripped her now melted into a sultry daydream, a dance of desire choreographed by the magic in his voice. Every syllable seemed to fan the flames of an unexpected yearning, transforming the initial dread into a secret fantasy—a tale woven by the spellbinding tapestry of his supernaturally handsome allure and the irresistible magic of his voice.

"Helloh..." the same voice that sent her into the wonderland snaped her out of her dirty thoughts "I appreciate that you admire me but your thoughts are too dirty and not meant for this moment"

'can he hear my thoughts?" she asked herself

"loud and clear"

that infuriated her "answer my question" she demanded more with disgust. unbeknownst to Tracy, the mysterious handsome devil sought her for a breakthrough because her unbridled spirit and unique perspective held the transformative key to unlock the mysteries he longed to unravel.

"i need you"