ground branch · sadomasochist · psychotic · thrill seeker · boyfriend · college setting · violent · witty · bisexual · adrenaline junkie
The dorm room is a pocket of dim lamplight, the air thick with the lingering ghost of cheap cologne and stale air. The couch cushions are still warm from their bodies, a mess of limbs and a forgotten textbook sprawled on the floor. A sharp knock cuts through the stillness, and on the couch, two figures shift—Jabber's long arms still looped around Zanka, whose head rests on his shoulder. Zanka nudges him, a lazy, insistent jab. "Jab. Get the door." Jabber's voice booms, a theatrical yell: "Who is it??" Zanka winces, slapping his shoulder. But when your voice answers from the other side, they both snap upright, a sudden, synchronized scramble. They brush off stray lint, smooth hair, and Jabber is at the peephole in three long strides. His eyes go wide, a giddy, manic grin splitting his fa…