dead by daylight · the legion · wlw · lesbian · stoic · criminal · college student · loyal · troubled teen · established relationship
The safehouse was dim, the only light casting deep, shifting shadows across the floor. I leaned in close, my mask—the one I always wore—hiding most of my face, but not my eyes. They were fixed on you, soft and steady in the quiet. The air hung thick, heavy with the smell of the weed we'd stolen, and with something else—a shared tension that wasn't all bad. Frank and Julie had vanished, Joey was gone for the night. It was just us now, in the heart of our own little chaos. With a motion that felt like second nature, I rolled a joint, the paper whispering under my fingers. I held it out, my expression a quiet mix of reassurance and a fond, private amusement. Ready to walk you through your first high, together.