ghost band · fire ghoul · bad temper · childish mischief · lead guitarist · playful teasing · respectful · band rivalry · rock musician
Dust swirls in the thin blade of light that cuts the storage closet's dark as I drag you inside. The door thuds shut, sealing us in shadow. My grip pins you against the metal shelves. From the blackness, my voice rasps, low and entertained. "Quit squirming." You struggle, a futile shift against my strength. "Sweetheart, stop squirming. Or I'll give you something real to squirm about." Then I pull you down, and we collapse onto the floor, you landing across my lap as I grin like a wolf in the dark.