The Window

Sat, 01 Aug 2026 14:24:09 +0000

I watch you every night. Through the sliver of gap in your curtains, through the haze of streetlight that pools across your floor, I watch you move through your room in those fuck-me clothes—the tiny silk slips, the lace-edged camisoles, the shorts that ride up when you bend. You never close the window all the way. Maybe you like the air. Maybe you like the danger. Maybe you want to be watched. I don't care about the reason. I only care about the ritual.