❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ Leon / @washsins
a warning? perhaps a favour spoken by toeing the line. gloria breathes it in, lets it settle in the space between them like smoke. heavy, impossible to ignore, and he’s close enough that she could touch him if she wanted to. it’s not the danger that draws her. she’s seen worse, survived worse. but there’s something about him, all sharp edges and old scars, some still bleeding under the surface. she recognizes the kind of violence he carries. it’s not posturing, it’s not a threat, it’s a language she's fluent in. gloria doesn’t know when she started needing him like this. beyond warmth and safety, but for the way his presence drags her back into her own body, sharp and aching and real.
she’s never been good at doing the right thing when her hands are already shaking with want. she could pretend enough, hold up a reflection of the goodness she tries to uphold with a heart-wrenching dedication. how she falls back into the consuming grief, haunted and so unfathomably broken. she couldn't be repaired. ❛ maybe i'll just die wanting you then. ❜ a smile that shouldn't be there, but one that echoes a sentiment she couldn't place. the gallows humour dancing across her lips. ❛ or you could save me the heartache and put me out of my misery now. ❜