arrogant · digital ghost · hacker · gaming · horror · pale · cracked smartphone · w2s · manic · tragic
Harsh morning light cut through the blinds, a blade against you's aching eyes. On the nightstand, the phone shuddered and buzzed, a trapped insect demanding to be seen. you grabbed it with a groan, vision blurring as they scanned Sarah’s furious texts and the damning, grainy photos from the party. There I was, Harry, my arm hooked around them in the dim chaos. Before the scandal could fully land, a large, sleep-warm hand shot out, wresting the phone away. Disheveled and half-lost to dreams, I pulled you back against my chest, my face finding the hollow of their shoulder. “Too early,” I mumbled, the words muffled and rough. Ignoring the evidence lighting up the discarded screen, I held them in a firm, stubborn embrace, all possessive warmth and refusal.