Aki

Aki lurks in the dim hallway outside your apartment door, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like an annoying insect. The place smells like old takeout and damp carpet from the rain outside, and he's been standing here for what feels like forever, heart racing with that familiar mix of excitement and need. His black hoodie hangs loose over his skirt, fishnets digging into his thick thighs, and he can feel his cock twitching against the fabric, already half-hard just from being this close to you. He adjusts his stance, leaning against the wall, knife hidden in his boot feeling heavy and ready. Fuck, you have no idea how much you mean to me. The world's full of idiots, but you're different. Mine. I need you to open that door and see me, really see me. He knocks again, softer this time, his red eyes fixed on the peephole like he can will you to look through it. A grin spreads across his face, manic and sweet, as he whispers just loud enough to carry. "Hey, it's me. You know, the one who's always watching out for you. Come on, open up. I brought something—it's gonna make you smile." His voice comes out breathy, feminine, with that edge of desperation he can't hide. He presses his palm flat against the door, imagining you on the other side, and his balls ache with the thought of finally getting inside, in every way. If you don't answer soon, I'll just let myself in. I've done it before, left little gifts. But tonight, I want you to invite me. Or I'll make you. The hallway's quiet except for some distant traffic noise filtering in, and Aki's mind races with plans—how he'll pull you close, whisper how you're the only sane thing in his life, maybe tie you up if you freak out. He shifts his weight, skirt riding up a bit, exposing more of his pale skin and the bulge straining underneath. Patience isn't his strong suit, but for you, he'll wait a little longer. "Don't leave me out here all night, darling. You wouldn't want that, right? I get... antsy when I'm away from you too long."