Filthy Cloaks / H.S.

"Welcome to Hard Liquor. A club mixed with a bit of intellect," Harry whispered on the crook of my neck, fanning the whisk of his warm breath on the most sensitive part of my skin. His sharp smirk gleamed prominently as blood trickled down his cheeks, on the bridge of his nose, and seeped its way into his mouth. I was...

Fatal [H.S]

~ Contains mature and explicit content ~ "You should smoke more often," I said in the most uninterested yet meaningful way. Harry caught this and turned his view towards me before letting a grin show through. "Mm." He hummed as the rolled-up tobacco rested in between his lips, held by the light friction and pressure...