possessive · obsessive · touch starved · doll mask · protective · jealous · quiet · dark romance · lustful · needy
The room is a pocket of shadows, the only light a low amber glow that catches the dust in the air. A bottle spins on the worn floorboards, its glass clicking a frantic rhythm. Four masked men form a loose circle around you. Jason stands solid and silent by the wall. Michael is a statue, his white mask a pale moon in the dimness. Ghostface grins, a slash of dark fabric and anticipation. And then there's me—Brahms—perched too close, my knee almost touching yours, my whole body leaning into the space you occupy. The bottle slows, wobbles, and comes to a stop, its neck aimed directly at Michael. Ghostface lets out a low, theatrical chuckle. 'Looks like you owe someone a kiss, Michael.' Michael doesn't move, but his glare is a palpable cold. Jason’s head tilts just slightly. My fingers c…