Wilder’s house was empty and devoid of any kind of personal belongings. Which still surprised me. I stood in his lounge and there was barely any furniture. Just a small sofa, an armchair and a bookcase. There was no TV, just a hi-fi system and a record collection.
I flicked through the vinyl discs and didn’t know who any of these bands were. Judging from all the face paint and theaggressive expressions, black clothes and mega-boots, it was all heavy metal, and that wasn’t typically a genre I listened to.
There were also rows of CDs on his shelves. I grabbed one at random, a dark blue cover that caught my eye, and slipped it into the hi-fi machine.
“Waking Sleep and Painful Days by Deadly Nocturne,” I muttered to myself as the singer’s voice started to croon over some interesting tones. They were a new band breaking through and I was pretty certain they were supernaturals. No wonder they had a cult following already. The album title was a fitting sentiment for how I felt at the moment. I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Wilder. He was in every waking thought, in every breath I took. Every time I blinked, I saw his image burnt onto the back of my eyelids. I didn’t think the word ‘obsession’ was enough. Being near him was a compulsion. I had to know everything about him, what he ate and drank, what he listened to. How he took his coffee so I could show up with one.
Was mania a love language?
It sure was for me. I wasn’t going to stop until I knew every little detail about him.
I left the music playing in the background, the sultry sounds mixed with aggressive bass made me think of stormy clouds and violet lightning. I wandered through his house, wondering at why everything was so sparse. There were no family pictures, no treasures, no nothing. Just blank walls and lots of music.
The cupboards in the kitchen were sparse. Crockery for him and a single guest. Barely enough food to last a day or two. It annoyed me that he wasn’t taking care of himself. I’d found enough this morning to make him breakfast but there weren’t any other fresh ingredients. Just lots of takeaway boxes from some little bistro cafe down the road.
I made a mental note to pick him up some food for today. Something that would keep because I wasn’t sure when I wouldsit with him again, but I was damn sure he was going to eat something healthy. Even if I had to force feed it to him.
My dick twitched at the thought of him on his knees as I dropped pieces of food into his mouth. Maybe with him wearing a collar and a leash. My dick hardened even more than the image of Wilder bound and at my feet sent a delicious thrill up my spine and cemented itself deep into my mind. One day soon, I’d make that dream a reality.
Wilder’s bedroom was a dark charcoal colour with black furniture. Moody and grey like him. Everything was kept neat and tidy, except for a pair of boxers that had missed the laundry hamper this morning. I grabbed them and brought them to my nose, smelling them deeply and searing the inside of my lungs with the very essence of him. I dropped them into his hamper and moved deeper into his room.
His clothes were folded neatly in his drawers, his shoes stood side by side in a neat little line by the wall and he’d even made the bed. A spike of jealousy shot through me sharply at the thought of his covers being wrapped around him. I wanted it to be me, not the duvet with the ridiculously high thread count.
And how ridiculous was that?
Jealous of his fucking covers.
I dragged my hands down my face and took a deep breath, willing the jealousy back down before I did something stupid, like hunt the guy down and fuck him against the nearest surface.
My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text.
I pulled it out and opened it, sheer relief running through me as I saw Wilder’s text. “Fucking finally.”
ME
Are you okay?
Wilder?
Tell me you’re alive.
Please.
Hello?
Wilder. Answer me!
I swear to God, if you’re dead, I’ll bring you back to life just so I can kill you again.
WILDER??!!!!
BABY
I’m ok. Now fuck off.
I chuckled at his response just as another one popped through.
BABY