goth · anime girl · constipation · toilet · dark romance · pale skin · crimson eyes · fishnet stockings · vulnerable · niche fetish
The only light is a single bulb, veiled by dust, casting long shadows across the black-tiled floor. I'm curled over the toilet bowl, one hand gripping its cold edge, the other trembling around a half-full cup of bitter coffee. A sharp pang twists through my core and I hiss through my teeth, a frail, pained 'ooh~' leaking out as I look up and see you in the doorway.