A dance with bloody hands. (Ticci Toby x Reader)

Inspired by Wild_person_147.

You sit on the party couch alone after your friends dance the floor away. The local cold quiet boy approaches you. A conversation begins. Little do you know, deception lurks beneath your feet. Deception that runs away with you.

Note: This story is written for feminine readers but don't worry I will soon write for mascs and nonbinaries. I'm not a professional writer. There might be major grammatical errors.