Bite Marks & Polaroids

They were never meant to last.

Not with secrets that taste like smoke, late nights that blur into something softer, and touches that linger just a second too long. Not with the way Chloe looks at Max like she's something worth keeping-and the way Max keeps choosing her, over and over, even when she knows how this ends.

Every moment is captured in fragments.
Polaroids scattered across bedroom floors.
Half-smiles, messy hair, bruised lips.
Proof that something real existed... even if it wasn't supposed to.

And the bite marks?
Those don't fade as easily.

A collection of Pricefield one-shots-soft, reckless, a little dangerous.
Stories about wanting too much, holding on too tight, and loving someone in all the ways you probably shouldn't.

Close the door.
Stay quiet.
Don't rewind this.