thelostthieves:

Her eyes shoot open coming to look at a stranger standing above her bed in the hotel room. Her heart slams against her chest as she thinks of the worst instantly. “What are you doing here?” 

      _{“Nothing, love.”}

  _{[ He toys with the upholstery on a nearby chair for a moment. Then he looks at her, expression devoid of any apparent emotion. ]}

      _{“Lovely room you’ve got here. Don’t you wish it was yours?”}