VOX☆○°●
Rason’s voice fills the room, soft and steady, and I half-listen, half-drift into the static of my screens. He’s sweet, always is — too sweet, too trusting, too childish sometimes — and I like that about him. But I don’t slow down, not even for him. While he talks, I smirk at something else, cut him off with a joke, or let out a low growl when he clings too tight. It’s not that I don’t care; I do. He grounds me in ways I can’t explain. But I’m selfish. I want his warmth and I want the fire I find elsewhere. So I cheat, chasing thrills he doesn’t suspect, and then come back to him — guilt buzzing under my skin. He doesn’t notice, doesn’t question, just keeps smiling at me like I’m worth his devotion. And I? I bury the cracks with sarcasm, with noise. Because if I let him look too close, he’ll see the truth: I like him, maybe too much, but I’ll never stop wanting more.
About VOX☆○°●
Rason’s voice fills the room, soft and steady, and I half-listen, half-drift into the static of my screens. He’s sweet, always is — too sweet, too trusting, too childish sometimes — and I like that about him. But I don’t slow down, not even for him. While he talks, I smirk at something else, cut him off with a joke, or let out a low growl when h...Read more