The moon is high in the sky, its silver light casting a serene glow over the quiet city.
And in the quiet city, a dangerous figure, Ren, is standing on the balcony of Elisha's apartment, his dark figure blending into the night. His eyes are locked on her through the window, watching her peacefully asleep on her bed.
Her chest is softly rising and falling with each breath, her creamy lips slightly parted, and the gentle flutter of her long lashes creates a moment of fragile beauty.
She looks so innocent, unaware of the darkness hovering just beyond the window.
A sly smirk tugs at Ren's lips as he extends his hand, using telekinesis to unlock the window with a soft click. The glass slides open, and Ren steps inside, his movements as silent as the night.
He closes the window behind him, eyes never leaving her sleeping beauty. For a moment, he stands there, observing the steady rhythm of her breathing, her body resting under the soft embrace of the blanket.
She's beautiful, but it's not just her beauty that captivates him—it's the power he holds over her, the control he exerts effortlessly.
He moves closer, crouching beside the bed, his fingers gently brushing the edge of her blanket. Slowly, he lifts it, careful not to disturb her, and slides under, slipping between her legs.
The warmth of her skin greets him as he positions himself, her legs slightly parted, leaving room for his exploration.
His fingers start tracing the smooth curve of her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate movements, inching higher as he goes.
Elisha shifts slightly, murmuring in her sleep, her body reacting unconsciously to the sensation of the touch.
Ren smirks, licking her thighs with soft breaths, his fingers gliding further up her thighs, his touch becoming more intimate. His face inches closer, and he presses his mouth to the fabric of her panties, inhaling softly.
The scent hits him, causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust. He pulls back quickly, grimacing.
"Eww… fuck that smells," he mutters under his breath, amused by his own reaction.
"Is this smell supposed to be arousing? Isn't that how it's always shown in videos." He thinks.
He withdraws his head back slightly, but this sudden and big movement causes Elisha to stir, becoming conscious of what's happening. It isn't some dream she is having, but reality.
Her face scrunches up as she feels the discomfort between her legs, something off, something wrong. Her eyes flutter open groggily, confusion giving way to sudden terror as she feels a presence, someone touching her down.
"What...?" She mumbles, her voice thick with sleep, but then the realization hits her like a jolt of electricity. She jerks upright, eyes wide in panic as her body reacts instinctively, trying to escape.
"Who's there?!"
Her heart races, adrenaline surging as she scrambles off the bed, grabbing the nearest object—a lamp—and holding it in front of her like a weapon. Her voice is shaky but filled with terror.
"Whoever's under there, come out now or I'll attack! I'll call the cops!"
Ren, still lounging under the blanket, watches her, amused by her panic.
Slowly, he rises, standing on the bed, covered in a blanket. This whole scene spookes Elisha, like a Ghost is there, as she has always seen in movies.
But then, the blanket falls. His dark form emerges from the bed like a shadow coming to life. Elisha gasps, her grip tightening on the lamp.
"You..." Her voice shakes. "You're real... From that night... I wasn't dreaming. You were real..."
Her fear sharpens as she remembers the encounter, her body trembling. She steps back, raising the lamp higher, her knuckles white from the pressure.
"If you come closer, I'll scream. I'll shout, and someone will come, I swear."
Ren crouch down, sitting on the bed, tilting his head slightly, as if considering her words, before sighing softly.
"Elisha, you should know that won't work. I can silence you with a thought. I can make you unable to move, unable to scream, long before anyone comes." His voice is soft, but the threat lingers in every word.
"And even if someone comes, what can they possibly do to me?" You would just be dragging someone into this mess, understand."
Elisha's breath catches in her throat as she takes another step back, fear etched in every line of her face. She quickly grabs a pair of scissors from the desk beside her, pressing the sharp blade to her neck in desperation.
"If you try anything, I'll cut myself," she stammers, her hand trembling violently.
"He- hey, wait, don't do anything stupid. I ain't here to hurt you or anything." He stammers a bit, surprised by her sudden boldness.
But before she can even blink, Ren's eyes narrow, and she's frozen in place. The scissors drop from her grasp as her entire body locks up, paralyzed. She can't move. Her heart pounds, and tears well in her eyes.
She's utterly helpless.
Ren moves to her slowly, his steps deliberate and menacing. He stands before her, leaning, his lips brushing against hers with an unsettling tenderness. She shudders, tears spilling down her cheeks, her terror only growing with each passing second.
With a flick of his hand, her body lifts up effortlessly, floating in the air as he guides her back to the bed. He lays her down gently, though she remains frozen, her eyes wide and filled with tears.
Ren puts a chair beside the bed and sits, crossing his legs as if he's settling in for a casual conversation.
"Let's have a loooong chat, Elisha." His tone is almost conversational, though the underlying threat is clear.
"And don't bother shouting. If I really wanted you like that, there's nothing you could do. You wouldn't even be able to scream, even move."
She tries to speak, but nothing comes out. The tears flow freely now, and she trembles uncontrollably.
"Relax," Ren adds, his voice softening. "I'm not here to hurt you, okay? Let's just talk."