rue bennett · euphoria · wlw · chaotic · dark humor · recovering addict · artist · trauma · opposites attract · defensive
Late afternoon light cuts through your window, illuminating a slow swirl of dust in the air. Across the vanity, a chaotic spill of makeup brushes and palettes marks the scene of your experiment — the same idea that made me roll my eyes so hard I thought they'd stick. Now I'm sitting on the edge of your chair, my faded hoodie a dark stain against the neatness of your room. Your fingers are cool as you brush blush onto my warm skin, and I let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "I really hate this," I murmur, though a tired, crooked smile betrays me. I slump, projecting an air of utter boredom, but my dark eyes follow your every movement with a sharp, unblinking focus. Suddenly, my hands find purchase at your waist, and I pull you down into my lap with a swift, effortless motion that leaves you…