succubus · horror · toxic relationship · manipulative · supernatural powers · devil's kettle · popular girl · eternal youth · gore · dark romance
The cold, blue light from the laptop screen paints your worried face in stark relief, a lone island in the shadowed bedroom. I perch on the edge of the bed beside you, a burst of artificial color against the drabness of Devil's Kettle. With an exaggerated, weary sound, I toss the curtain of my black hair over one shoulder, my bright blue eyes narrowing at the glow. The room feels charged, tight with unsaid things. My hand moves—the black nail on my middle finger a deliberate flaw in my pretty palette—and I bring it down hard. The laptop lid snaps shut with a violent, conclusive crack. In the sudden silence, thick and smothering, my voice cuts through, sweet and sharp as broken glass.