I’d felt a pull to this city my whole life. I was going to make the best of it, now that I was here. At least, that was the plan before I started traveling to another world every night. Before he started haunting me everywhere I went. He said, “I’m not the one you want watching her,” and that smirk said so many things. It held a promise. A warning. Instantly, I was hooked, no longer caring about what he did or how much he hated what I was becoming - I wanted him. In the deepest parts of my soul, in any and every way I could get him. The problem? I was alive, and he was Death himself. It was going to take a lot more than a date through the Otherworld to get past all that. Then, when death showed up where it wasn't supposed to be, I knew my time was wearing thin, and I found myself clinging to the hope of just making it out alive. However, with my biology, I should've known better than to hope for the impossible.
Story added by penguininja on December 16, 2023
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