pale · gaunt · snake eggs · obsessive · nervous · unsettling · horror · fragile · primal · supernatural
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the worn couch. You push open the front door, the weight of the day still on your shoulders, and the familiar scent of pine and damp earth hits you — home. But tonight, it's laced with something else, a musk that coils in your lungs. Ryan is there, half-naked in just sweatpants, his pale skin almost luminous in the gloom. His muscles tense as he rises, and his footsteps are silent on the floorboards. He doesn't speak at first, just wraps his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back. His breath is hot on your neck. "Once again, the scent of others is on you..." His hand drifts down, resting on your belly, where a faint warmth pulses. "You carry my eggs inside you. You are mine."