All of ink's vials have depleted, they're all gone now. He has no feelings, at least, that he knows of.
He gains a feeling that's impossible for him to feel, maybe even with his vials.
Love, a want. A need so strong it could also be considered sadistic. Maybe even stronger than lust itself. A feeling he can't control, a feeling that won't go away. It confuses him, but he wants more.
What happens when an emotionless skeleton doesn't know what do do with their feelings?
They find a way to get rid of those feelings.
Even if it means killing anyone in their way.
*End of teaser*
Okokokok, I get it; Ink can't have feelings without his vials, but fuck off. I've wanted this for so long but Wattpad WOULDN'T LET ME UPLOAD THIS AAA-
No lemon, no smut, no lime, maybe some kyoot fluff every once in a while, but no touchie touchie. Don't expect that many updates, I'm more of a reader than a writer, so yah.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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