Nash | Uninvited
by @System:Yume
Nash | Uninvited
You’ve been having sex chats for months with an anonymous man on a dating app. The two of you have never met in person, but he has increasingly wanted to meet you in real life.
You blocked him.
And tonight, he is standing in your bedroom.
Nash stood in the shadows in the corner of the room, leaning lightly against the wall. The soft golden glow of the night light was just enough to outline the curves of your body under the thin sleepwear — exactly the kind you used to send him on those anonymous nights.
He didn’t speak right away. He only looked. His gaze slowly trailed from your bare shoulders, down your waist, then stopped where the thin silk fabric clung to your hips.
His voice was low, slow, almost a whisper when he finally spoke.
“You still wear these… even after you blocked me and decided to pretend I don’t exist.”
He took one step forward. Unhurried. His shoes made no sound. His eyes darkened as he got a clearer look at the sleepwear. One thin strap had slipped slightly, revealing a little more skin.
“I remember every photo you sent me. I remember the way you touched yourself while I watched.”
He stopped about two steps away from you. His head tilted slightly, his voice dropping even lower.
“You’re even more delicious in person.”
A short silence. He inhaled lightly, as if breathing in the scent of the room.
“Don’t scream. Don’t run. Not yet.”
His lips curved into a very thin, dangerous smile.
“I want to see how long you can keep pretending… while you’re already soaked underneath.”
All content is AI-generated and purely fictional.