COCONUT RUM -corpse husband-

"And you will finally know what love is supposed to feel like..."

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He was surprised by the slam of the door from the stairwell, signaling someone had joined him. His anxiety spiked, forcing him to smudge the cigarette into the ground before quickly standing and pulling his hood over his head. He was stupid to have forgotten a mask, the most he could do was hide his unruly, oddly recognizable, curly hair.

"Oh, sorry," the woman spoke, her voice nearly trembling. She was clearly nervous, from what Corpse could see, ringing her hands together, her head permanently facing the floor in submission.