PRIVATE
&&.
HIGHLY SELECTIVE
serial killer indie oc
//
written by JENNA
you’re in love with a knife fight
and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding
attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy,
but his love is like the whole world electric
and the sun laid at your feet.
theme by kayla
art by seniorroyal
music player by fukuo

❝I bet she is, babe
come here. ❞Cue hands lapping around his wrists. Pulling him into her chest.
So she can plant a wet kiss to his cute mouth. She nearly mewls against
his lips touching hers. She likes him. and she wants him& she’s
waited nearly long enough. don’t you think ? The ghoul brings the
spiderweb of fingers against patricks cheek back down to his sides. A
gentle pull away results in the excess of wetness stringing away from their
mouths. She has hearts in her eyes, and the playful pulls him down into the
fort she started on. but won’t exactly finish either.* heart eyes intensifying. she gets nervous with him. now. *

falling down the ground with a small yelp, he landed with a soft
thud & a smile that never seemed to have left his lips since the
night before. it was surreal how fast it all went & how he wasn’t
even thinking of the precautions or putting any attention on the
voices in the back of his head second guessing all of it like he
usually would – this time was different, she was different. he
was absolutely & doubtlessly infatuated with her.
❛ so i take it, it’s a yes on the
whole girlfriend thing, then ? ❜