Free Write: April 12, 2026

Prompt:

You blocked their number. Changed your routine. Stopped going to the places you used to love — just in case. You told yourself it was over.

So when you unlock your door and step inside, the last thing you expect is to see them there — sitting like they belong, like they never left. Like they’ve been waiting.

Your heart drops, but they don’t move. Don’t rush you. Don’t explain.

They just watch you.

Slow. Patient. Certain.

“You changed your schedule,” they say quietly, like they’re commenting on the weather. “Took me a minute to figure it out.”

Your stomach twists. Because that means they tried. Again and again.

Because that means they’ve been watching.

You should be scared. Maybe you are.

But underneath that fear is something worse — something you don’t want to name. Something that feels too close to recognition. They stand, finally closing the distance between you.

Not touching.

Not yet.

Just close enough to trap you between them and the door.

“I let you go once,” they murmur. “I won’t make that mistake again.”

Your breath catches. You know this isn’t healthy. You know this isn’t safe. You know you should push past them, leave, call someone — anyone.

But instead, you stay exactly where you are. Because some part of you never stopped wondering if they’d come back. And now that they have…

you don’t know if you want them to leave.

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Kay's Thoughts: I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. Locked in like he had the factory key to my manual. I huffed, the sigh leaving my body that begged for immediate relief- release. I needed to get away from this man. I needed to turn around and run far, far away but my body wouldn’t allow me to.

He brought his hands up to my cheeks, caressing it ever so gently. His touch sending a chill down my spine that made goosebumps prickle against my neck. He leaned down placing gently kisses like he knew how he affected my body.

He knew what to do… To ease the tension he created.

“I missed you.” His voice low, gruff, filled with need. I bit my lip not offering a word. A silent patient- hoping he had patience. I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know if I wanted to take it there with this man… all over again. Letting this man in all over again. He had fucked up, he always fucked up and he was here right now claiming me all over again. My body didn’t know whether to believe it this time or not.

His possessiveness always made me fall. Always made me weak, weak just for him.

His thumb traced my lips slowly. Like he was waiting for me to let him in. Even through his control, even through his possessiveness he was still respectful.

I swallowed hard.

His thumb stopped on my lips and I gave it a light kiss.

Like that was his right to continue. His hand slid down to my throat where he gripped it slightly. Our eyes never faulting from each other. He leaned down again, this time placing a wet juicy kiss on my lips. Oh how much I missed him too, but I would never admit it aloud. Not by words. My body was already giving way to that. He kissed me again, this time I couldn’t help myself. My tongue slid in his mouth slowly, wanting to taste him. Wanting to taste the darkness of his soul that stood so heavy, towering over me.

From there things escalated quickly. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms wrapped around his neck.

It had been so long…

So long since I had been in this mans arms and now that he was here… I was afraid to let him go again.

Our tongues wrestled, fighting like we were screaming at each other for the long time spent apart.

I didn’t care that he had broken into my house. I didn’t care that he had been stalking me trying to figure out my moves. All I wanted was him.. All I wanted was this moment. In his arms, him kissing the life back into me.

“Mmmm…” I moaned in his mouth. He gripped my already loose ponytail from behind, giving it a yank as the tension between us started to boil over. The room was now hot and oh-so heavy. Both our heavy breathing picked up as he carried me to the closest thing to sit me on which was the kitchen island.

Our lips finally parting just so we could take a breath, but his lips were right back on me while he undressed me…

And from there things got x rated….

We ended our night in each others arms, not wanting to part again.