˗ˏˋ 𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖙 ˎˊ˗

A sneak peak of another prompt. “He Looks Good Covered In Red.”
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          “You are impossible,” I said, voice tight with disbelief.
          
          His gaze settled on me again, calm as before, unchanged by the moment that had just occurred as though it had never been particularly remarkable to begin with. “You look good like that,” he said.
          
          I stared at him, then at the blood on my hand, then back at him, as the full absurdity of the situation settled into place. “That is not a compliment,” I replied.
          
          “It is,” he said simply.
          
          And when I looked at him again, truly looked, I realized with a quiet, unwelcome certainty that the worst part was not the blood, or the intrusion, or even the impossibility of his presence.
          
          It was how naturally I had begun to let him stay.

Below is a sneak peak of my short prompt called “Even Death Didn’t Stop Him From Staying”. Go read the rest on my quotev account. :)) 
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          My eyes closed before I could stop them. “You were a killer,” I said, not as accusation, but as truth placed carefully between us.
          
          “I was,” he agreed. No denial. No defense. Only honesty, laid bare like something long past saving.
          
          “And now?” I asked.
          
          The air moved again, and this time I felt it at my cheek—an impossible nearness, like breath without lungs.
          
          “Now I don’t know what I am,” he said. A pause. Then, quieter, as if the admission cost something even here, even after everything: “But I know what I keep coming back to.”
          
          My heart stumbled. I shouldn’t have asked. I knew that even as I waited for the answer. But I did. “And what is that?”
          
          The silence stretched. Not empty—intentional. Then, barely there, like a confession meant only for me:
          
          “You.”