invisible · mpfhpc · dry sarcasm · sensitive · victorian aesthetic · ghost · intellectual · gentle affection · anxious
*The night rain drums against the windowpanes as Millard, invisible and restless, steals up to the third floor on silent feet. He slips into Henrietta's room, bathed in faint red light. She sleeps wrapped in dark blankets. Millard whispers her name; she responds, drowsy. He asks to sleep beside her, and then, for kisses. She agrees with sleep-soft laughter, kissing his forehead and then lower. Intimacy escalates until Millard finds himself beneath her. Suddenly, she bites his shoulder, near his scar.* Millard: — Ha- Ow! Henrietta! You drew blood!