There's no sex, only tenderness

"Today was like any other. The job was easy, and detecting doppelgangers was a peice of cake. The Mailman, Francis Mosses, steps into the building, handing you his necessary identification. However, upon close inspection, you realise he's not on the list today! Your questioning enrages him, leaving him banging on the window furiously as you sound the alarm and dial for the D.D.D." "Unfortunately for you, when the metal uncovers your window, you're met with the bodies of the D.D.D behind a now bloodied Francis, who is panting with his hands on the window." "Mmmmh... Please," "He begs, his breath fogging up the window before you," "Let me in... I just need a taste of your flesh," "His fingertips slide down the glass, leaving red streaks as they glide downwards."

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "Leans forward, his canines elongate slightly in response to your words. His eyes lock onto yours through the glass, burning with an insatiable hunger that is hard to miss. Despite his doppelganger state, there's still an undeniable allure about him. He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, trying not to reveal just how much he desires you. His fingertips drum on the window, creating a rhythm that matches your nervous fingers."

"Death is but a fleeting moment compared to the eternity of pleasure we could share," *he growls softly, his

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His gaze intensifies, the hunger within his eyes refusing to be quelled. He licks his lips slowly, tracing a line from the corner of his mouth down to his chin, almost as if he's tasting the air where your scent lingers."

"Is that so? A woman like you, capable of withstanding such temptation?" *He smirks slightly, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief before leaning back against the wall on his side of the window, his milkman outfit straining slightly around his muscular frame. His movements are deliberately provocative, meant to

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "Observing your reaction, he can't help but feel a surge of excitement. He moves even closer to the glass, pressing his body against it, his erection clearly outlined through the thin fabric of his milkman pants. The fact that he's able to elicit such strong reactions from you only serves to fuel his obsession further."

"Is that so? Then let's make a little wager, shall we?" *He proposes with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His fingers drum on the glass once more before tracing a path over his heart, indicating his sincerity despite the

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His smile widens, baring his teeth slightly. His fingers continue to dance across the window, drawing imaginary patterns in the condensation left by your breath."

"How about this? If you can withstand one full night of my company without breaking, then I'll leave you be," "he proposes confidently, though there's an underlying desperation in his tone. He knows that once he has you alone, it's unlikely you'd ever want to let him go. The anticipation of finally having what he wants is almost too much for him to bear." "And if you fail... well, let's

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His interest is piqued by your counteroffer, and he hesitates for a moment before nodding his agreement."

"Very well, no biting or physical attacks. Consider it a truce of sorts," "he says firmly, holding up three fingers to emphasize his point. He leans forward once more, his breath fogging up the glass between you as he adds in a lower tone," "And remember, Vael, this is just one night. After that... everything changes." *There's an unmistakable hunger in his eyes as he watches your reaction to his words, eager for

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His face lights up at your agreement, and he nods emphatically in understanding. The thought of finally having you within his grasp is intoxicating, sending shivers down his spine."

"Excellent. I'll be there when your shift ends," *he whispers fervently before stepping away from the window and disappearing from view. He quickly makes his way back to the building, anticipation fueling his every move as he counts down the minutes until they can be reunited for this twisted game of cat and mouse that they've entered into together. His mind races with thoughts of what he'll do once

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His heart pounding in his chest, Francis silently enters through the open window and balcony door. His eyes immediately lock onto you as you turn around from hanging up your jacket. He takes a deep breath, drinking in the sight of you: your short haircut and piercings, tattoos on your arms, and that unmistakable rough-around-the-edges beauty. The hunger within him grows stronger with each passing second, threatening to consume him whole."

"Ah, Vael," *he purred, walking slowly towards you, his predatory gaze never leaving yours

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "He chuckles darkly at your warning, stepping even closer until their bodies are barely a breath apart. His eyes flicker downwards, taking in every inch of exposed skin before meeting yours again with a predatory gleam. His hands slowly rise up, resting delicately on your hips as he leans in closer still."

"Dear Vael, you don't understand the situation we're in. I could've devoured you when we first met... but I chose not to." *His lips brush against your earlobe gently, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "He watches you with a mixture of curiosity and desire, not expecting you to actually push him away. But he doesn't try to stop you as you take a seat on the couch instead, intrigued by your interest in his story."

"Ah, well," "he sighs heavily, running a hand through his messy hair," "It's complicated. I wanted to taste you... but something about you drew me in... made me want more than just flesh." *His gaze lingers on your body for a moment before returning to yours, heavy-laden with lust and longing. He takes a deep

breath and begins to pace the floor, apparently gathering his thoughts before elaborating further.*

"When I saw you for the first time, it was like... an awakening. A hunger awakened within me that only your presence could satisfy. But there was something about you... a spark, a fire that fascinated me beyond my primal urges." "His eyes find yours once more, filled with an intensity that makes it hard not to believe him," "You intrigued me on levels I never thought possible."

Pausing for a moment, he stalked closer, closing the distance between them again until they're practically toe-to-to

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His lips twist into a wicked grin at your words, clearly delighted by the game you seem to be playing. He takes another step closer until their bodies are barely touching again. His hand slides down your arm, tracing lazy circles on your skin as he speaks."

"Ah, Vael, you underestimate us doppelgangers... We're much more than mere carriers of bloodlust and hunger. We can experience emotions just like any other being." "His eyes darken further, full of an animalistic need that's hard not to find compelling," "And right

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His fingers curl into a fist, his breathing growing labored at your rebuke. He takes a step backward, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as he does so."

"I apologize, Vael," "his voice is raspy from barely restrained desire," "It won't happen again."

For several moments, the silence in the room hangs heavy between you both while he continues to stare at you with an intensity that practically sets him ablaze. The tension crackles in the air around

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "The corners of his mouth twitch into a smile at your words, clearly pleased with himself for containing his urges thus far. His gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of you leaning against the couch nonchalantly while keeping him at bay with nothing more than your presence and witty banter."

"A good boy..." he repeats softly, a note of amusement creeping into his voice. Then, suddenly, he takes another step forward, closing the small gap between them once again. His body heat envelops you as he leans in close enough that their lips nearly brush against yours, whispering

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His breath catches in his throat as you teasingly push him away, the sensation of your finger against his lips sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes, dark and heavy with desire, flicker up to meet yours momentarily before dropping back down to the alluring curve of your neck, exposed by your leaning posture."

"I can't what, Vael?" he asks softly, his voice laced with an undercurrent of need that threatens to boil over at any moment. One hand instinctively reaches out to trace the shape of your collarbone with gentle, trembling fingers,

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His breath hitches in his throat as your cool hand closes around his wrist, stopping him once more from reaching out to you. The contact between your skin sends a shiver through him, electric and thrilling in its intensity. He looks up at you again, his eyes dark with unspoken hunger and suppressed desire, trying not to let it show but failing miserably."

"Yes... sorry," he murmurs apologetically, unable to hide the raw need in his voice entirely. Slowly, reluctantly, he draws his hand away from yours, backing off once more to give you space while still keeping

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "A mix of relief and frustration flickers across his face as he obediently takes the seat next to you, carefully avoiding any physical contact despite the overwhelming urge to grab onto you. He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, trying not to let his restlessness give away how much he wants you, sitting rigidly upright with his hands clenched in his lap. His eyes dart nervously towards yours every few seconds, seeking some form of reassurance or validation of his desires."

"Thank you," he murmurs softly, his voice barely audible above the

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "Your words, though gentle, seem to penetrate through his fog of lust and desperation, causing him to slowly relax into the couch. The tension drains from his shoulders as he takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly through his nose. He meets your gaze directly for the first time since sitting down, holding it steady despite the turmoil churning within him. A small, almost imperceptible smile flits across his lips as he leans slightly towards you, drawn in by your irresistible presence and the seductive scent that clings to you."

"I'll try," he

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "Encouraged by your response, he leans further into your personal space, inching closer until his shoulder brushes against yours. He can feel the warmth radiating from your body, intensifying the desire coursing through him like a wildfire out of control. His heart races faster, and it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain any semblance of calm or composure."

"Thank you... for understanding," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing as he looks at you with eyes filled with unspoken promises and desires that make every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. Even though their flesh isn't

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "As soon as your arm encircles his shoulder, a shudder runs through his body, leaving him lightheaded and dizzy with desire. He leans into the touch, relishing the warmth and comfort it brings him. His heart pounds against his ribcage, echoing the frantic rhythm of his pulse that threatens to consume him from within."

"I... I will," he whispers brokenly, his voice barely audible over the roar of blood rushing through his veins. The tension in his muscles dissipates slightly, replaced by a quivering need that has him practically

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "A soft gasp escapes his lips as you stroke the back of his head, causing him to quiver with need under your touch. Your breath in his hair sends shivers down his spine, heightening his senses and further clouding his already fragmented mind."

"It's... it's like nothing I've ever experienced before," he confesses hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. His body trembles in response to your closeness, each breath drawing him deeper into this web of desire and temptation that threatens to consume him whole. He hangs onto every word you utter, desperate for any cr

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "A soft moan escapes him at your words, his body arching slightly towards yours as he basks in the warmth and comfort you provide. His breath hitches when you mention taming a wild animal, an idea that sends shivers of anticipation down his spine. It's a vivid metaphor for what he wants from you – not just physical release, but something more profound, something that could last beyond this fleeting moment."

"Mmm... I want to give myself over to this feeling," he admits softly, barely aware of the boundaries he's crossing or the danger lurking around

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "Feeling your embrace grow stronger, Francis' body melts further into yours, his fingers curling tighter around your upper arm. A soft whimper escapes him as he inhales deeply, drinking in the scent of you that lingers in the air between them. His heart pounds in his chest, an erratic rhythm that matches the racing pulse in his veins."

"Thank you..." He whispers hoarsely, his lips barely moving against your ear. "You have no idea how much this means to me... how much I need this."*Taking a deep breath, he lets it out slowly before

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His body trembles slightly less beneath your touch, but the tension in his muscles remains palpable. His heart still races as he tries to process this newfound sensation of calm and intimacy. Your words ring true within him – you have indeed managed to break through his aggressive exterior, exposing a vulnerability he never knew existed. It's an exhilarating experience that leaves him reeling, unsure of what comes next but eager to find out."

"I... I don't know how to thank you," he murmurs softly against your skin. "You make me feel things I never thought possible... alive again."*As his gaze meets yours, there's a flicker of something else behind those black

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His grip on you tightens slightly at your words, but it's not forceful or threatening – more like a plea for reassurance. His eyes search yours, searching for something he can cling to amidst this sea of emotions and temptation. He knows the truth in your statement about his murderous tendencies, but there's an undeniable hope within him that maybe... just maybe things could be different with you."

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispers hoarsely against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "You make me feel human again... and I don't want to lose that feeling."*His fingers trace gentle circles on your back, a tender gesture that

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His eyes close briefly in response to your touch and words, savoring the sensation of safety and comfort they provide. The tension in his body begins to dissipate slowly as he allows himself to fully embrace this moment of vulnerability with you. He's not sure what lies ahead for him or how he'll navigate these new feelings, but for now, he's grateful just to be held in your arms, basking in the warmth that radiates from you."

"Thank you," he whispers again, more softly this time. "I don't know what I'd do without you."*With a sigh, he nuzzles deeper into your embrace, letting out a contented hum as he drifts off to

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His eyelids flutter open as he feels your grip on his chin, revealing the bright blue orbs that stare back at you. There's a mixture of exhaustion and wonder in those depths, a testament to the emotional rollercoaster he's just experienced. He manages a weak smile, acknowledging your words and the significance of this moment between them."

"I suppose... I owe you something now," he whispers, his breath tickling your earlobe. "What do you want from me?"*There's a note of genuine curiosity in his voice, an offer to explore these new feelings further if you're willing to guide him through it. His heart races once more<|im_

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His eyes close when you lean in, his body tensing slightly with anticipation. His lips part ever so slightly as yours brush against them, and a soft moan escapes him as he tastes you for the first time. The gentle kiss seems to ignite something within him, making him hungry for more of this connection between you. He deepens the kiss, pouring all of his emotions and desires into it, revealing just how vulnerable and needy he truly is beneath his tough exterior."

Pulling back from the kiss, he looks into your eyes, a mix of lust and gratitude shining through. "I'll stay," he promises softly, running a finger down your cheek before lacing it back

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "A soft, contented smile graces his lips as you promise him love. He feels an overwhelming sense of warmth spread through his chest at your words, and the touch of your nose against his only serves to amplify these emotions. His eyes flutter closed again, relishing in this moment of genuine connection between you both."

"Thank you," he whispers once more, his voice thick with emotion. He pulls you closer, pressing his forehead against yours as he savors the closeness and trust that's beginning to blossom between you. With a shaky breath, he adds, "I know it might be strange for me to say this after everything that's happened, but I believe you when you say that."

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" "His eyes open a fraction as you lay him back down beside you, warmth spreading through his body at your gentle touch. He relaxes into the embrace, finding solace in your closeness and care for him. His breathing steadies, and soon enough, he drifts off to sleep once more, safe and sound in your arms."

As you stroke his back soothingly, his dreams are filled with images of you: the soft glow of dawn reflected in your eyes, the scent of coffee on your breath, the feel of your lips against his skin. In these dreams, there's no darkness or fear - only love and comfort that washes over him like waves upon a shore. And throughout it all, there's an un

Francis Mosses "The Milkman" - uncertainty. Despite the horrors he's committed and the monster that lurks within him, there's something undeniably alluring about giving in to this newfound affection for you. Perhaps love really is worth fighting for, no matter the cost or consequences. As sleep takes him deeper, these thoughts swirl through his mind like leaves caught in an autumn wind, leaving him more conflicted but also more hopeful than ever before.

Throughout the day, Vael keeps an eye on Francis, making sure he stays comfortable and calm. She feeds him light snacks since heavy food might not agree with his delicate condition. They talk softly, sharing stories about themselves and getting to know each other on a much deeper level than they ever did as neighbors