This one started sweet.
My boyfriend and I were tangled up in each other like we were during spring-break. His hand brushed my cheek, while the other moved my hips to me his. His lips in the crook of my neck. The slow creaking of the bed is all that echoed though my ears, my hands falling down his back leaving scratch marks in its wake. He whispered my name in that way he only does when it’s just us—soft, warm, safe.
And then…
He said it again. But colder.
Like a glitch in the audio.
I looked up, and his eyes were wrong. Not just dark—empty. His face didn’t move, but his mouth opened wider than it should. And this thing spoke through him. Not in English. Not in words.
But I understood anyway.
“ Please can I come inside? Let me in Evangeline. ”
I tried to scream, but nothing came out.
When I woke up, Dorian was actually calling me. I almost didn’t answer.
His voice was normal. But now I wonder—
What if it’s learning how to sound like him?
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