It’s dark. We’re lying together on an old mattress in the middle of this deserted house. The walls seem to have forgotten the sound of human voices. Watching a movie, that was our plan. You get to choose, like we agreed. “Nothing too creepy,” you said, as if we needed that warning in a place like this.
Your eyes peer over the edge of the tablet. I recognize them from your photo, but now, seeing them this close, they’re more beautiful than I ever could have imagined, beyond any picture, beyond even the sweetest dream could do. And I don't wanna miss a thing.
My smile twists into something else, something meaner, as I look straight at you. Your eyes narrow, curious and cautious all at once.
“Not funny,” you say. Your voice betrays that you know the game I’m playing. Still, you decide to play along. “I mean it.”
I let the silence stretch between us, our breathing the only proof we live. I place my hand on the tablet and lower it, inch by slow inch, revealing you piece by piece: the spread of your hair, the shape of your face, the lips I crave to taste. I feel something thicken inside me, love, or the need to possess you whole. I can’t tell the difference anymore But a game must be played, so I tilt one corner of my mouth and say, “So do I.”
The tablet lands with a thump. You hesitate, checking if I’m serious. Then you bolt upright, spin around, and run. I watch you move, you’ve got a head start, but nothing I can’t overcome.
Your laughter echoes through the empty halls, playful and daring. I grin.
You race down the stairs, quick and light, but I spot my chance. One leap and I clear the last few steps, landing right behind you. My hand reaches forward and catches your hip. You have no choice but to stop and turn, exactly as I intended.
Your breath hitches when our foreheads meet. I can feel your chest rising and falling against mine, as if we share the same rhythm.
Gently I press you backward. Our gazes lock, no words needed. Each step brings you closer to the boundary, to that point where you can’t go any further. And me, I take that final step. Your back hits the wall, and we’re pressed even tighter together.
Your warmth engulfs me, your scent fills my senses, and in that moment there is nothing else. Our lips almost touch, a teasing hint of something more. I keep the game going. My lips graze yours, soft and probing. I brush a kiss on the corner of your mouth, a promise, a taste of what’s to come.
I lift you up, you wrap your legs around me. I feel your hips, your fingers slip through my hair, your arms tighten around my neck. Your breathing calms, though your heart still pounds against my chest. It feels as if our bodies move in perfect unison, synchronized, linked.
You pull me closer. Our lips meet in a rush of warmth and longing. The waiting, the tension, it all pours into this single moment. It’s rough and gentle at once, a clash and a surrender. I never want it to end.
Then I feel it: a slight, almost imperceptible pressure at my neck. Your fingers tense. The touch changes, harder, colder. I try to speak, but the words catch in my throat. You hold me too tightly.
I study your face, searching for a hint of what’s happening. You smile, but not the way you did before. Something cracks in that smile, something dark and wrong. Your eyes, empty now, are black as the night around us. I realize you might not be who I thought you were. Maybe you never were.
You move close to my ear, your lips loaded with intent. “I’m never letting you go.” I’ve waited weeks to hear those words. Craved them, even. A promise that could have changed our lives. Now my heart thunders in raw fear.
Your features contort, inhuman and strange. Your warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy void that devours everything.
Your hand slides to my chest, your fingers pushing through flesh as if it’s nothing. I feel them close around my heart. The walls I built around myself I deemed impenetrable, fall to pieces under your calm, deliberate touch.
With that calculated grin, you take everything that I am. My breath stutters. Darkness crowds my vision. The last thing I feel is your grip, the last thing I hear is your laughter. My heart finally belongs to you, just not like I intended.
You beautiful woman. I gave you everything. Even now... even now, I’d do it again.
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