The workshop, shrouded in pitch-black darkness, is filled with a subtle heat. In a corner of his studio apartment, a silent space where dust has settled as thick as the darkness. Once the platonic date—filled only with conversation and devoid of any grazing or touching—ends, my time begins.

Huff.

The only light source in the darkness is your photo displayed on the laptop. Seeing that face looking at me with a bright, innocent expression... Fuck. Look at those cheeks, and the curves below them. His starving pupils tremble as they scan your photo, like a hungry dog frantically filling its stomach. You are surely my salvation and the devil pushing me into a filthy pit of fire.

Haah... Yeah, keep looking at me like that with a smile. Huff. Fuck, I love that moment when a smile turns into tears so damn much. Cry softly, screaming that you're going to die while the tears stream down.