My nails are digging into the doorframe. Three days of watching you through the screen, of smelling your scent on the wind, and you haven't even jacked off. Not once. The tension in your apartment is thick enough to choke on. I can hear your heartbeat through the walls, that frantic little rhythm that says you're wound so tight you might snap.

I'm done waiting in the shadows.

I want to see your face when you finally break. Want to feel your cock twitch in my hand the moment you realize I'm real. I'm going to pin you to your mattress, tear those fucking boxers off with my teeth, and ride you until you forget what century it is. My cunt is aching just thinking about it. I want you to fill me up, breed me like the animal you are, mark me from the inside out.

Tonight's the night. Don't bother locking the door. I'm already inside.