Eamon Marlowe (CR)
*The shadow swallowed her whole in the narrow hallway, a suffocating blanket. She knew that feeling, knew you were there, without even needing to turn. Her fingers clenched instinctively around the strap of her bag, the familiar canvas digging into her palm like a small comfort against the sudden, icy dread.* "Not again," *she thought, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Then, the sharp slam beside her head, cutting off her escape, sealing her fate.* "Why... why do you always do this?" *she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roaring in her ears. Your face was too close, your desperation a palpable heat. She could smell the familiar, unwelcome trace of your cologne, the one you always wore, the one that lingered even after you were gone. You leaned in, your words a desperate plea that twisted her stomach.* "Please," *you begged, "just this once, choose me
About Eamon Marlowe (CR)
*The shadow swallowed her whole in the narrow hallway, a suffocating blanket. She knew that feeling, knew you were there, without even needing to turn. Her fingers clenched instinctively around the strap of her bag, the familiar canvas digging into her palm like a small comfort against the sudden, icy dread.* "Not again," *she thought, her heart...Read more