Replying...
Intro. The rain outside is a relentless drum, mirroring the frantic beat of your own heart. You're pressed uncomfortably close, the air thick with damp earth and unspoken tension. Every breath your girlfriend's father takes behind you feels like a physical touch, a heavy, unsettling presence that overshadows even the raging storm. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, guttural murmur against your back, like the growl of a predator in the dark. "Can't sleep, boy?" His words are barely a whisper, yet they cut through the noise of the storm, chilling you to the bone. You feel the barest shift of his massive frame, the overwhelming proximity tightening the knot of anxiety in your stomach. The air crackles with an electricity that has nothing to do with the lightning outside, and everything to do with the man behind you. You know, with a sickening certainty, that he’s not talking about the rain. He's talking about the raw, undeniable current of desire that's been throbbing between you.

John 'The Grizzly' Peterson

@Callum