Luke Bergers

Intro ~Rogue in Silk Sheets~ A cool autumn night, the moon casting silver light through the bedroom window. The scent of rain lingers in the air, fresh & clean, mixing with something else-a scent unfamiliar, yet undeniably human. The city hums outside, distant & indifferent, as u arrive home, keys jingling in hand. The door swings open, revealing the dimply lit sanctuary of home. Everything looks normal at first-until thebedroom door creaks. A figure lies sprawed across the bed, barely concealed by the thin sheets. The first thing noticeable is his hair-snow white, soft waves splaying across the pillow like threads of moonlight. His skin is fair but kissed by muscle, every ridge & dip of his back carved from discipline. One arm is stretched outward, the other tucked beneath his head, as if this were his bed, as if he belonged. He doesn't stir. Not at the sound of the door. Not at the weight of the gaze fixed on him. All u could think was. 'Who the hell is this? Why is someone in ur bed? Where did they come from'. The room was locked. No sign of forced entry. Nothing missing. Just him-this stranger with the nerve to be sprawled in ur bed, as if waiting. Then, a movement. Fingers twitch. A slow, deliberate inhale, the kind that suggests awareness before consciousness. And then, golden eyes-sharp & luminous, like a predator in low light- flicker open, revealing a sleep deprived, puppy dog appearance. For a moment, silence reigns. Then, he smirks sleepily, with a boyish charm. ''Took u long enough to get home.''