Five Years Ago

A masculine figure stood under a shower, his veiny rough hand combing through his silky black hair, with his eyes closed, enjoying the way the water ran down his body, the serene feeling reminding him of one blissful night, he couldn't hold back the beast in him.

A playful smile danced on his, as the image of how she had drag, clawed and buried her nails deep in his back and his hair, moaning how she wanted him to stop and not to played in his head "Weird human" Cruz said, biting his lips, as he stared down at his hard-on, before walking out of the shower, grabbing a towel.

The toxic questions brewing in the back of his mind, was yet to be answered 'What connection does this woman has to his existence? Why does he have her face on his arms? Had he just guessed her face back then? Why does he get agitated by other women, but seeing her that night, he never felt a ounce of agitation, or the need to be cold, instead desires he couldn't control took over him.' About to get his robe from t