sleep token · sleep · romantic tension · betrayal · undercover · guardian · possessive · angsty · alternate universe · emotional
The air turned dense, tasting of lightning and forgotten age. The ritual circle blazed, its harsh light spearing the dark corner where you thought yourself concealed. The possessed shell you wore gave way, collapsing into a heap of discarded flesh, and there you were—laid bare before him. Sleep did not move. His eyes held you, a silent anchor in the ringing quiet. The space between you was no longer empty; it was full of every word left unsaid.