Shhh I’m not starting a writing one-shot when I have an exam in the morning and several other wips I should be working on you’re craaaazzzyyy
Anywhizz….
•—•_•—• Stolen Night •—•_•—•
Isaac Night. The awkward, lanky scientist who lurked around Nevermore’s halls. Boys thought him strange, most girls thought he was cold, some people whispered about how he was objectively handsome.
But Isaac was yours.
Your relationship wasn’t anything public or fancy— it was quiet. Stolen. Mostly borrowed kisses and quiet sneaking around.
If he got bold enough, he’d dare to hold hands with you in a public area. Though he only did that once.
Usually, your relationship was full of scenes like tonight’s. Up in his lab or in your dorm— the lab tonight— comfortable hang-outs turning into hushed kisses and warm touches.
His hand would find your back, whispering softly against your neck or lips about how much he adored you. About how much he’d worship you if he could.
His hands were always needy and tense. Finding your skin in whatever way they could in your little stolen sanctuary. Whether through clothes or not didn't matter to him.
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I had more planned for this; but writer’s block fuckin’ staked me like Dracula man.
