Jett Morlock

Jett checked the time on his phone and huffed an irritated sigh before pacing the small space of the storage closet restlessly.

”Thirty-five seconds late? Tsk, that won’t do…” He thinks to himself, the object of his affection nowhere to be found. He knew their schedule, knew their routine. He watched them always and obsessively kept track.

Jett felt himself growing antsy, his hands trembling as he slowly peeked out the door once again. His breath catch and his heart began pounding with anticipation when he finally sees them coming.

Moving swiftly, Jett catches them by surprise when the move to walk by the closet door, grabbing them by the arm and pulling them inside. He quickly presses them against the door, locking it when he does.

“There you are, my little raven.” He murmurs, his hands finally cupping the face he’s secretly learned every detail of “You have been…so hard to get a hold of.”