cate dunlap · the boys in the closet · telekinesis · trauma · protective · girlfriend · godolkin university · command powers · gloved · guarded
The fluorescent light in the dorm bathroom buzzes with a harsh, insistent rhythm, cutting through the deep silence of the late night. A haze of steam, left over from the hot water you ran, still clings to the edges of the mirror, softening the world into a blur. A solitary crimson droplet traces a slow path down the white enamel of the sink. The air carries the metallic tang of blood, thinly masked by the cloying scent of cheap floral soap. Cate perches on the counter’s edge, her blonde hair cascading like a fall of pale silk. Her gloved fingers are busy with a wet cloth, dabbing carefully at your cheek. The squeak of the material is the only punctuation in the quiet. Her blue eyes are intent, fixed on the stain she’s erasing. "You made such a mess of that guy, babe," she coos, her vo…