They act like strangers. They pass each other in the halls. No touches. No smiles. No looks.
But every spike of static, every twitch of her tail… tells the truth. 💀 This is slow-burn tension at its purest. They’re in a truce. And like all truces in Hell… it’s not going to last.
Read 23. Strangers in the Halls from the story Static and Fire by Redstatic5 (Redstatic) with 20 reads. incharacter, ha...











