All is calm in the (l/n) house. The only sounds heard from within are the gentle hum of the refrigerator and happy chirps of the crickets outside. In this house, in a certain bedroom, lies the resting figure of a certain ______ (l/n). You. Your breathing is calm and unlabored, a ghost of a smile graces your face, indicating a pleasant, if not happy, dream. Now, this house would have been like every other resting house on that street, you like every other resting person on that street...if not for the magenta eyes watching your sleeping form from the shadows inside your room.
Luciano Vargas had just crept inside and, after hiding himself in the nearest copse of darkness, admires your slumbering appearance with a possessive gaze. Silly little ______. You always did have a habit of sleeping with your window unlocked. The fact that it was on the second floor made no difference to Luciano, not when it came to you.
Slowly pulling out a knife that glints in the moonlight, Luciano makes his wa