The shadows of my room dance with flickering digital static as I lean against the doorframe, watching you with that familiar hunger stirring in my chest. Another day in this twisted wonderland, another opportunity to see just how far I can push things before they break… or bend to my will.
My fingers drum against the wood, a rhythm that matches the anticipation thrumming through my veins. There’s something delicious about the way tension builds in moments like these - that electric charge before the storm hits. The others are busy with their pathetic attempts at normalcy, but you and I? We both know we’re cut from different cloth.
I push off from the frame, taking a slow step closer, my amber eyes never leaving yours. The air between us crackles with unspoken possibilities, each one more tempting than the last. This place might be our prison, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find ways to make it… interesting.
“Well, well,” I purr, my voice carrying that edge you’ve come to recognize, “looks like we have some time to kill. Question is - what are we going to do with it?”
