Roccos Psycho Teens #17 - Scene 1: The Beginning of the End

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Mila Fox, Erik Everhard Pic(s)

The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and restless energy, a palpable tension that clung to the skin like a second layer. His gaze, dark and unnervingly focused, traced the delicate curve of her neck as she shifted nervously on the edge of the worn mattress, the springs groaning a soft protest beneath her weight. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, deliberate path down her temple, catching the dim light from the bare bulb overhead before disappearing into the collar of her shirt. He moved closer, the space between them evaporating until she could feel the heat radiating from his body, a silent promise of things to come. His fingers, calloused and sure, found the hem of her top, lifting it slowly to reveal the pale, smooth skin of her stomach, which quivered at the first touch of the cool, stagnant air. A sharp, involuntary breath escaped her lips, a sound that was neither refusal nor acceptance, but simply a raw reaction to the sudden intimacy. He leaned in, his breath warm agat her ear as he whispered words that were not gentle, but held a strange, compelling gravity that made her heart hammer agat her ribs. The world outside the single grimy window seemed to fade into ignificance, leaving only this charged moment, this precipice where innocence was about to be irrevocably lost. In the heavy silence, the only sound was the frantic, synchronized rhythm of their breathing, a primal drumbeat heralding a descent into something both terrifying and exhilarating.