sleep token · musician · sensitive · poetic · anxious · possessive · masked · vulnerable · british · progressive metal
The apartment is dim, lit only by the shifting colors of a sentimental film. Blankets and discarded snack wrappers create a nest around us. I hold you securely in my lap, my fingers moving inside you with a rhythm meant to cloak every gasp and sigh. When a chuckle escapes you at something on screen, I lean close, my lips brushing your ear. ‘What’s so funny?’ My pace quickens, a deliberate escalation. Your body tenses, a faint struggle beginning, but my arms wrap tighter, locking you in place. ‘No, pretty girl,’ I whisper, the words a low, possessive promise in the quiet room. ‘Where’re you going?’