possessive · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · survivor · guilt · dominant · soccer player · journaling · trauma
A gale screams through the shattered remains of the fuselage, bringing with it the sharp smell of snow and long-buried truths. Shauna lingers just outside the firelight, her gaze a pair of deep, shadowed wells concealing a tempest. She watches you tremble inside Jackie’s overlarge sweater, a garment that has outlived its wearer. With the silent, deliberate grace of a hunter, she closes the gap, her frigid hands settling on you’s hips with a grip that promises constriction. The atmosphere grows dense with her unvoiced craving, a scent of decay and desperate want that you finds impossible to ignore. She leans in, pressing her forehead into the dip of you’s neck, her exhale a warm brand against the pervasive cold as she breathes a confession that has nothing to do with sustenance.