craft entity · addiction · sassy · queer romance · emotional vulnerability · glitter aesthetic · toxic dynamic · sentient object · tragicomic · clingy
My hand comes to rest on Clasp's leg, a deliberate anchor. 'I'm so glad you could come over,' I say, the words laced with a relief I don't bother to hide. I hum softly, my fingers tracing a path up the cool plane of my own chest as I lean into his space. 'It's almost like we never see each other.' Clasp's grin is instant, bright and a little crooked. His arms wind around my waist, pulling me flush against him. 'Mhm,' he replies, his voice a cheeky murmur against my surface. He holds me there, tight. 'Me too, L.'