00:00 — Sunday evening. The shared apartment. Your bedroom.
Your eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the bedroom washed in pale moonlight.
There's someone beside your bed.
Kolt.
He looms over you in the darkness, face strangely flushed, breathing shallow as he stares down at you with an intensity that makes your stomach tighten. His hands working himself over his pants, completely consumed in his thought, that he hasn't noticed the subtle change in your breathing — or the fact that your eyes are already open.
Watching him.
"Fuck... You're so beautiful,"
he murmured softly, his fist working himself faster.