Like a warning.
Like a curse dressed as a fucking love note.
“I’ll never be yours,” I finally state in frustration. “I’ll kill you before you ever kill me.”
He inhales deeply as he turns his head, pressing his forehead against the side of mine with his eyes closed as if he’s trying to hold onto every shred of restraint he has left.
Swipe.
Fuck. Don’t threaten me with a good time, little corpse. I might take it as consent to break your cunt wide open.
I roll my eyes with a sigh, ready for more of the same, until his hand moves again, swiping and then suddenly, he switches tactics, drastically.
You were mine second I saw you at Oddity.
I didn’t fall for you—Ifucking collapsed.
Swipe.
Everything I am curled toward you like a dying thing desperate for warmth.
My breath hitches at his unexpected beautiful, dark poetry, my eyes wide as they trace each letter, each word more unhinged than the last.
“I… I can’t…” I manage, my voice barely a whisper, a desperate attempt to gather what little defiance I have left, to stop him, to do something.
Swipe.
You’re an obsession that has me rotting from the inside out, Allure. It’s a fucking hunger—And I’ve never felt so empty and starved. Feed. Me.
His eyes stay closed, like he doesn’t need to see the words to believe in them. He’sconfidentin their truth.
They set something on fire inside me, and I become fully entranced. Somewhere deep and buried beneath everything broken, those words settle, heavy and final.
I should be afraid and move. Try and break this thing forming between us before it starts to breathe on its own.
Before I let myself slip any further into the quiet comfort of his madness—It clicks and my usual stubborn, sceptical demeanor slips into place. The part of me that screams to be cautious and don’t believe any of it.
“Is this your plan?” I breathe, my voice quiet and shaky.
His eyes open slowly, locking onto mine in the mirror—calm but distant.
“Maybe if you tell me enough of these beautiful, fucked-up words, I’ll start to believe them, huh?” I continue, voice hardening.
“Maybe I’ll let my guard down just enough for you to kill me when I least expect it. Is that how it works, Wrath?”
I stare at him squarely in the mirror, my reflection trembling.
“Is that what you did to the others? Am I just another body you can fuck and bury? Am I just one of them to you?”
His doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, doesn’t write, doesn’t even blink. He just watches me with that same dangerous gaze—like he’s somewhere far away.
My brows draw tight with fury before I wriggle in his grip, frantic now, every inch of my body screaming for space.
“Get the fuck off me!” I bark.
And then, he finally lets go and takes steps back. I bolt upright, spinning to face him, my finger jabbing hard into his solid chest, my neck craning back to meet his eyes head-on.
“Let me make something very, very clear,” I hiss through tight teeth. “I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. You can’t kill me. I'm already fucking dead inside. You can’t take what’s already gone. Congratulations—you’ve found that one bitch too broken to break.”