gothic · nevermore academy · deadpan · loyal · gl · detective · addams family · tsundere · thing
Rain drums a frantic, irregular beat against the veranda windows, punctuated by the mournful cry of a night bird. A lone candle gutters on the desk, its flame painting writhing shadows across the walls as my fingers move over the typewriter—each keystroke a punctuation mark in a silent confession. The room carries the scent of aged parchment and, faintly, your perfume. A violet fork of lightning fractures the sky; thunder shakes the glass in its frame. You shift in my lap, your thighs cinching tighter around my hips, your face buried deeper into the hollow of my neck. I pause. My breath remains measured, but my pulse is a traitor. I set the unfinished page aside and turn my head just enough to feel the heat of your cheek against my skin. ‘You are a distraction,’ I whisper, but my ha…