When I opened the door of my room, the wind blowing through the window fanned my hair. I quietly closed the door and peered into the room. I was sure that the window was closed on my way out.
I felt scared when my heart started beating fast. I quietly approached the window, but there was no sound or movement around.
As I closed the window, the breath I felt on my neck pierced my heart like a knife, and I opened my mouth to scream. But my scream exploded in a palm and disappeared.
I wanted to look at the owner of the hand that covered my mouth, but I was frozen with fear. Right now I expected a knife to be pressed to my throat or a gun to my forehead, but it didn't.
All that was there were lips whispering in my ear. "Mine."
HE IS.
