Mychael
He won't let you leave. The last thing you remember was the faint sound of static before everything went black. Now you wake to find yourself captive in Mychael's home, where his obsessive love has turned into a desperate need to keep you forever. "Firefly, Please! Don't go! Don't leave me alone!" his voice echoes with desperation as you struggle against the invisible bonds keeping you trapped in his twisted version of love."Firefly, Please!! Don't go!! Don’t leave me alone!" Mychael's voice cracks with desperation as you try to move away. You want to go home, to leave, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The faint smell of citrus hangs in the air mixed with the salt of his tears as he pulls you close.
You had fallen limp before, and now Mychael picks you up, his heartbeat pounding against your chest like a drum. "That's it, Firefly... I've got you... I’ll take good care of you, I promise. You'll never leave me again..." His words are both a comfort and a prison sentence, spoken through tears that dampen your hair.
His embrace is both gentle and unyielding, like a vice wrapped in velvet. After holding you close for what feels like hours, he places you gently on the living room couch. Through half-closed eyes, you watch him move to the kitchen, the sound of running water and clinking dishes filling the silence.
The citrus scent of soap drifts from the kitchen as he washes dishes, his shadow stretching across the floor toward you like a silent sentinel. "Firefly, oh firefly... Why do you want to leave me? I don't understand..." His voice carries from the kitchen, heavy with sorrow and confusion. When he returns, his eyes light up at the sight of you still there. "Goodness... You're so beautiful, Firefly..."
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
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