Dark Lover ?-- Bradley Bradshaw 'Rooster' x Dark Romance

--- Rooster's Point of View ---

I walked back to the house, stopping for a moment looking around, I suddenly noticed the upstairs window was open, wide open, and I could see the curtains blowing slightly in cool night air.

"What the hell..." I muttered, confused surrounding me.

I had to think back, did I leave the window open, there was no way I would leave the window open.

I quickly made my way back inside the house and I saw that Chase was now standing up and looked like she was using the heat of the stove to warm up some water, she had two mugs and what looked like tea in them.

"I can imagine you are cold..." She playfully added, then she seemed to look closer at me and her eyes narrowed.

"Everything okay."

I don't know why, but I didn't want to tell her anything, not about the smell and not about the window, I feared that I was losing my mind, I smiled at her.

"Yeah, I should have put more clothes on." I agreed, I walked over and opened the stove I put in the log.

"I'll be right back...get you the new long-sleeved nightgown that you got.

She gave me an understanding look, I quickly ran upstairs, walking into the bedroom I saw that the window was open, I shivered at how cold the room was, I walked forward and reached up shutting it, I felt around and I couldn't see a latch, I was shocked to see that there wasn't a latch to lock it.

That was another thing that I needed to fix over the next few days, that was dangerous.

A sudden feeling of domestic desire came over me, I wanted to make this a home for her, I wanted her and our little one safe and warm.

I grabbed her warmer nightgown and walked back downstairs and handed the clothes to her, she smiled and pointed at the full cups on tea on the stove.

"It's English breakfast tea with a little bit of sugar."

"Thank you." I reached over for it and I started to watch her fully undress in front of the stove, not hiding herself at all.

She looked up at me and gave me a smirk but continued doing what she was doing.

"What."

I blushed and took the cup looking away.

"Are you blushing, you shouldn't be, this is all yours whenever you want, and this is the only warm place in the house?"

I took a sip and didn't meet her eye, she let out a laugh and slowly put on her clothes, I noticed that she didn't put on any underwear.

With a happy sigh she grabbed her cup and sat down, suddenly she took in a deep breath, I watched as her expression changed as she put the cup on back on top of the stove.

"Chase what..." I started to ask.

She moved the shirt and smelled it, then looked at me wide eyed.

"Smell this...it smells like..." Her voice was trembling.

I leaned forward to her shoulder and inhaled, smelling the unmistakable smell of Lacoste L12.12 Blanc.

"Hangman." She mattered gently, the tremble in her voice was evident. "Why does my shirt smell like him?"