House Rules
Charlotte's eyes find you.
It happens in a fraction of a second. One moment you're invisible, the next her gaze cuts across the room and lands directly on you... cold, precise, taking in the full picture in a single glance. The open door. Your expression. Your cock. All of it.
Terror runs through you veins. Fight or flight instinct kicks in.
Every drop of blood in your body evacuates your cock simultaneously and rushes to your legs.
Your erection disappears. Instantly, completely, as if it was never there. Your body sent the message loud and clear there's only one option here: run.
You run.
Down the hallway, into your room, door closed. You stand in the dark breathing hard, jeans still half undone, mind completely blank with a specific kind of terror that has no name.
Charlotte saw everything. There is no version of events where she didn't.
Your phone buzzes.
*Tomorrow morning. Before breakfast. We need to talk.*