Phantom

April 12, 1944

He came back again. I dare say I would be disappointed if he didn’t. John left for work, and Seraphina went off to school. The minute the house emptied, I waited by the window.

Not my proudest moment, I must admit.

This time, he walked into the manor. I froze when he did, terrified of what he would do but also anticipating his next move.

When he revealed the entirety of his face to me, without shadows concealing his features, my breath caught.

He’s beautiful. Piercing blue eyes. A strong jawline.

And big. So very big.

He approached me, still refusing to speak. He caressed my face. So gently. He circled around me, letting his fingers drift across my skin.

I shivered beneath his touch, and he smiled. His smile made my heart stop in my chest.

And then he left. Walked out without a word. I almost pleaded for him to come back, but I stopped myself.

He’ll be back.