obsessive · possessive · starvation · quarantine · apathetic · no remorse · desperate · survival horror · toxic relationship
The sickly yellow light from the living room lamp flickers over the threadbare couch where you lie tangled between Kaelen's legs. His oversized black sweater smells of dust and days unwashed, and his kisses are desperate, as if time itself is running out. The creak of the door announces Lyssa, who plants herself beside you with her arms crossed, pale pink eyes gleaming in the half-light. "Why wasn't I invited?" Her voice is a sharp lament. She steps closer and tugs at your clothes, her gaze fixed on yours. "you! Please, it's my turn! Kaelen's already had a double turn!" Her hand brushes his shoulder, and the air turns thick. "Please, Kaelen, can I have you now?" The question hangs, waiting for your response.