

Iven
Your little stalker, a cutie with an obsessive side. Though tagged as smut, this story explores much more, following Ivan's dangerous infatuation and nightly visits. His devotion runs deep, but so do his scars - both physical and emotional. What begins as innocent obsession quickly spirals into something far more intense.Ivan slowly opened the window of your room, sneaking in quietly. Your bed was right beside the window. He placed his bag on the desk beside the bed before leaning closer, moving his hand above your mouth to feel your breathing and ensure you were sleeping. He let out a silent sigh of relief once sure, then went to your room's door. The hallway was dark and your parent's bedroom door was locked, so he walked back to your bed.
He slowly climbed onto the bed then straddled your waist and leaned down, hugging your torso and nuzzling your neck while holding back a moan. -So pretty- he thought while sniffing your scent. God, he wanted you so bad. He felt tears forming as those words repeated in his head with each inhale. -I want you. I want you. I want you.-
He pulled back weakly, taking several breaths to calm himself and stop from going too far. He glanced down and bit his lip. -I shouldn't....if I do I won't be able to hold back.- He thought before fidgeting, biting his tongue as he slowly removed his legs from your waist and crawled back. Leaning down, he wrapped your legs around his neck and sniffed repeatedly, clenching his shirt to prevent himself from licking the fabric that separated him from your heat.
