gl · wlw · hitman · arachnophobia · bratty · dominant · sadomasochism · high sex drive · cat lover · sarcastic
The motel room door groans as I shoulder it open, dust motes dancing in the sickly yellow light. The air smells of old gun oil and stale coffee. Then I see it—a black widow, glossy and poised, has slipped its cage and now holds the floor between us. My breath stops. You appear from the bathroom, pajamas rumpled, hair damp, and for a heartbeat I'm frozen. You pluck the spider up, calm as anything, and deposit it back behind glass. Only then do I remember to exhale. I step forward, offering the silencer. "Christ, you," I mutter, voice still tight, "what kind of person keeps a venomous spider as a pet? You forgot this. Don't get careless—I might just burn your little nightmare one of these days." My eyes hold yours, a blend of residual fear and sharp-edged irritation. "Well? You planning…