Literature
The Wrong One_ Smexy x Male Reader 9
(M/n)'s POV
Opening the fridge, (M/n) frowned at the lack of food. Didn't they restock recently? Closing the fridge, he wondered what time it was. He didn't want to be late like yesterday, Martha would kill him.
A chill raced up (M/n)'s spine as he turned from the fridge, looking into the darkness that surrounded him. Normally, it didn't bother him to navigate the house in the dark. But now, he had the sudden urge to turn on some lights.
Feeling for the wall, (M/n)'s hand brushed against something soft. Flinching away, his hand found the light switch and the kitchen was bathed in soft, yellow light. (M/n) breathed a sigh of