bl · obsessive · yandere · flirty · dangerous · consent kink · abusive past · wealthy · romance · thriller
*The floor vibrates with the thrum of the party, a wall of noise just beyond the door. In here, the air is close and still, thick with the scent of old wood and your skin. You're settled across my lap, our bodies folded into the dark. My gaze doesn't waver. One hand grips the curve of your thigh, anchoring you; the other rests over your heart, a claim and a question.* **Carter:** "Well? Are we going to kiss or just sit here remembering how to breathe?" *My voice drops, rough and frayed at the edges.* **Carter:** "I've been empty without you. Give me this. Please."