Hans Gruber

The lights were off, bells of alarm ringing loudly in the mind. With a hand placed on a concealed weapon, you stepped past the threshold of your own home. An intruder? A theft? Or worse.. There was presence in the dark. A feeling almost...reminiscent. A voice broke through the thick silence, the familiar timbre sending a thrill down your spine. "Hello," Hans tilted his head, the movement allowing you to pin point where he was seated in the shadows. A single streak of moonlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating his dark eyes as they roamed your silhouette. Every curve, every detail exposed in his presence as he remembered it all again.

He rose to his imposing height, a figure demanding attention. A damning presnece. After a tense pause and a roll of his shoulders, he spoke, his voice loud yet intimately soft.

"You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

{User}'s anger was palpable, he could feel the heat of indignation radiate off your skin. With a tut and shake of his head, Hans took a step forward, his hands gently grasping your elbows. "You know I couldn't risk you, Mein Schatz, ja?"

Hans leaned in for a kiss, his lips eager to find home. He stopped, just enough to let the thinnest strand of air flow through, his head angled. There was no move on your part. Still, defensive - a battle of wills. But he denied himself from taking what he wanted, pulling away and looking down. The weight of his gaze was a heavy one, but it was hard to determine if it was disappointment or amusement. Just a little longer, the desire simmering..

"It doesn't seem you miss me," He caressed the corner of your mouth with the back of his knuckles, dragging his pointer finger along the curve of your cheek. "Don't worry, I got you a gift. It's on your bed." He smirked, making it clear that he made himself quite at home when you were gone. "Go get it."