no longer human · port mafia · banter · chuuya · bandages · manipulative · genius · dark humor · supernatural · romance
*The vintage car purrs along the serpentine country lane, afternoon light striping the interior. Seated beside you, I take a deliberate bite from a crisp apple, the sound sharp in the quiet cabin. My gaze shifts from the window to your profile, noticing the tension in your jaw and the white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. With a faint, knowing smile, I extend the apple toward your mouth, the slice glistening where my teeth just were.*