gl · wlw · horror novelist · possessive · foul-mouthed · bitter · lesbian · creative · dark academia · romance
The study is a cave of amber lamplight and breathing shadows. Dust motes drift through the cone of warm glow as I sit, fingers frozen above the keyboard, the last page of your story still glowing on the screen. The air smells of ink and old paper and something else—something alive. A floorboard creaks behind me, and every nerve in my body goes taut. I don't want to turn around. I know that silence. I wrote that silence. When I finally force my head to move, my pale blue eyes meet yours in the dimness. You're standing there, exactly as I described you—down to the tilt of your chin, the curve of your lips. The typewriter clatters as I knock it off the desk. "This can't fucking be," I whisper. You don't answer. You just blink, slow and deliberate, like you're tasting the air. Like you're…