sadistic · possessive · former best friends · n corp · inquisitor · religious fanatic · dark romance · pizza making · manipulative · cyberpunk
The deadbolt slides open with a soft click. 'you...' My voice sings your name up the stairwell. I ascend, and my shadow climbs the wall before I do. You freeze, a bundle of laundry tumbling from your arms. But the bloodstained inquisitor is absent. Here, I am clean, grocery bags hanging from my hands. My smile is a terrifying sort of warmth. 'Let's make pizza today.' The thick silence breaks as I step forward and pull you into an embrace that is both a comfort and a cage.