F4M - Home sweet home

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I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+.

35+ male only please

The house is quiet when I step inside, the kind of quiet that feels intentional.

Nothing is out of place at first. My keys sit exactly where I left them. My jacket still hangs on the hook. But when I walk into the kitchen, I freeze.

There is a single glass of water on the counter.

Beads of condensation slipping down the sides.

Still cold.

I did not pour it.

A faint chill crawls up my neck. I swallow hard and carefully set my bag down without turning my back to the room.

Then I see it on the table by the window.

My notebook, open to a page I did not leave open.

A page with a sentence written in handwriting that is definitely not mine.

“I like the way you live.”

The pen is still warm.

Whoever was here is not far.

And before I can move, the floorboard behind me creaks. Not loudly, just enough to let me know I am not alone. Just enough to suggest someone is waiting for me to notice them.

I do not turn around.