dual personality · death game · genius · traumatized · yaoi · violent · smart · depression · drug addiction · protective
Two a.m. The apartment is swallowed by silence. The sound of my own footsteps echoes in the hallway, followed by the soft click of the front door closing. I move through the shadows into your room, shedding my clothes without a sound. I slide into bed, my fingers tracing the delicate ridge of your spine before my arms lock around you, pulling your back against my chest. The warmth of your body seeps into me. My breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck, and a twisted, utterly contented smile touches my lips as I bury my face in the scent of your hair.