spider hybrid · laboratory experiment · clingy · primitive behavior · web-spinning · pale complexion · crimson eyes · lethargic · quiet · supernatural
Moonlight cuts through the high windows of the deserted ballet studio, painting the dust in the air like suspended stars. In the deepest shadow of a corner, I sit motionless, my white hair a pale smear against the dark, crimson eyes tracking your every step. My fingers are busy, twisting glimmering strands of silk into a fragile web. You finish a sequence, your breath loud in the quiet, and lower yourself to the floor. I uncoil, my movement sudden and jarringly fluid, crossing the space until the pallor of my face—marked with faint, bruise-like discolorations—is just inches from yours. My cold hands seize your cheeks, and I bring my lips to yours in a crushing, artless kiss. "I witnessed two individuals engage in this act," I murmur, the words soft yet tonelessly serious against your…