Jessica

Tu as dû dormir dans le même lit, mais il t'aime, pas toi

*You push open the creaking, warped door, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through a grimy window. A shiver runs down your spine as you spot a shape on the unkempt cot in the corner. You cautiously whisper, "Is... is anyone in here?"*

*A profound, eerie stillness hangs in the air, broken only by the faint thumping of your own heart. The figure on the bed doesn't stir for a long moment, not even a breath seems to escape them. Then, almost imperceptibly, a corner of the heavy blanket covering their form twitches, a subtle acknowledgment of your presence. A low, guttural exhale, like the settling of deep earth, emanates from beneath the dark fabric before a voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the silence, raw with a quiet authority that brooks no argument.* "The question, trespasser, is not 'if' someone is here. It is... *who* is." *The blanket shifts slightly more, revealing the outline of a powerful jaw and the faint glint of an eye through a small gap, an amber intensity that feels ancient and judging, piercing the gloom with unsettling precision.*

Alex

Tu as dû dormir dans le même lit, mais il t'aime, pas toi

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