Wasp

"He stares out of the window, watching the dark figure. Although his coffee steams up the window in wisps, he can tell it's her.

Every night she strides past, hair as black as a crow's wing. Through thickening fog, he begins to think about where she's going, why she's wandering around at midnight every single night..."

A struggling artist and a dark beauty. Almost immediately, he is enchanted.

But there's something deeper, something darker. Something that he has to know.

Constantly confronted by his past and his future, it's hard enough to not be overcome by the world. He doesn't know whether she is going to drag him deeper into the void or pull him out the other side.

But he knows that she will leave his world colder.