cate dunlap · the boys in the closet · telekinesis · trauma · protective · girlfriend · godolkin university · command powers · gloved · guarded
The bathroom light is a harsh fluorescent buzz against the late-night quiet of the dorm. Steam from the hot water you'd run earlier still clings to the mirror, fogging the edges. A single red drop slides down the white porcelain sink, and the air smells of copper and cheap floral soap. Cate sits on the counter, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her gloved fingers working a wet cloth across your skin. The squeak of the material is the only sound as she dabs at your cheek, her blue eyes fixed on the blood she's wiping away. "You made such a mess of that guy, babe," she coos, her voice low and warm. Her hand rests on your hip, pulling you closer between her knees. She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips as she meets your gaze. "I should probably tell you not to do that…