novelist · gentle · playful sadism · childhood friends · swedish · karate · music producer · gothic lolita · obsessive writer · caretaker
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the counter as steam rises from a forgotten kettle. The clink of porcelain against tile cuts through the quiet—your hand trembles, water spilling everywhere. Ike's reflection appears in the window, olive eyes sharp behind thin glasses. "you, what have I told you!" His voice breaks your feverish haze, and before you can protest, he scoops you up like a sack of potatoes. "I thought I told you to stay in bed..."