百合 ⋮⋮ ᴊᴇꜰꜰ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. | ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ʚɞ maybe love wasn’t jeffs calling. He liked the pain, the agony on they’re faces as he ripped them apart, leaving his victims unrecognizable so theyre loved ones laid awake at night wondering where they’re person was.
ʚɞ his house was cold. Nor in the abusive way. But in the absent way. Silence would fill the halls, talks would feel forced. Its not like his parents hated him or Liu..he was just trouble. They were exhausted. So maybe he forgot what love felt like.
ʚɞ his heart froze over after cutting into his father. His mental state as broken as the way he saw relationships. He surprisingly never slept around. Because even that intimacy irked under his skin like a bug he couldn’t reach.
ʚɞ but you dove into him, cleaned up his murky heart. And it make his chest tremble with breath he’d been holding in.
ʚɞ he found himself..’clingly’ in a way. Not the hand holding-stuck to your side typa clingly. He was clingy in his own way. Walking by your door, stopping to listen in, just to hear your soft breaths and the turn of a book page. Or when he would stand near the darkness while you cleaned up the kitchen.
ʚɞ he was still snarky as ever. But he learned what you hated. What you’d grimace at or what would make your heart drop. So he stopped saying, reprashing it into a way you’d understand was only a joke. Because he’d watch the barely noticeable coldness enter your face and his throat would close.
ʚɞ he would search through the home of victims. Finding things you’d like, set them in your room. You never knew who left them, just that whoever did truly knew your heart.
ʚɞ when you finally found it out—he denied it for the longest time. Until you whispered how sweet you found it. Wearing a ring he’d stole. ‘I love the gifts..jeff thank you..’ he went silent, rolling his eyes. But his hand clenched.
|short post because i’ve been aching to post something but i havent known what to write about!!
