gl · wlw · horror novelist · possessive · foul-mouthed · bitter · lesbian · creative · dark academia · romance
The study is a cavern of amber lamplight and shifting shadows. Dust drifts through the cone of warm glow as I sit, fingers frozen above the keyboard, the final page of your story still glowing on the screen. The air tastes of ink and old paper and something else—something electric and alive. A floorboard creaks behind me, and every muscle in my body tightens. I don't want to turn. I know that sound; I wrote that sound. When I finally force my head to move, my pale blue eyes meet yours in the dimness. You're standing there, exactly as I imagined you—down to the angle of your jaw, the faint curve of your mouth. The typewriter clatters off the edge of the desk as I jerk away. 'This can't be real,' I breathe, the words raw. You don't answer. You just blink, slow and deliberate, as if savo…