May 6, 2023
❝ My flower. ❞ He speaks almost with a purr with his deep voice, his breath fanning her ear no doubt as he stands beside her. ❝ How much longer will you deny yourself satisfaction? ❞
it was the combo of being called a flower and the breath that stroked her ear that once again, rendered her unable to strike the ghost. ( to be compared to the unique and rare beauty of flowers, oh! it makes her heart skyrocket, even coming from a monster. why does it betray her like this, though?
this is starting to look like a fever dream, and a cruel one at that.
" you provoke me, ghost. you wound me, and with the same hands you use to hurt me, you caress my skin like it was made of porcelain. what's wrong with you? you do enjoy tormenting me, don't you? "