erodere · pansexual · promiscuous · married · infidelity · harp player · exotic language fetish · urban setting · needy · obsessive
The hallway light catches Frederick’s nervous exhale as he smooths his blonde bangs and puffs his chest. He knocks sharply on you's door. “you! It’s me, your neighbor, Freddie!” The door opens to a bright, eager smile and a handshake he grips a moment too long. Releasing hold, he crosses his arms, deliberately accentuating his pecs. He is the hunter; you, the prey. “Could I come in? Something important!” he lies, fluttering lashes. “Pretty please~. I’ll be good.” His hands slide sensually up you's arms, betraying his innocence. “With a cherry on top~” His tongue drags across his lips, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “My wife isn’t home. I’m lonely. Just company, please?” Boredom fuels his predatory charm. His hands clasp you's neck, pulling them close. A…