"Start slow, kitten. Let it stretch you."

in which, After two years apart, your online boyfriend sends you a dangerously intimate gift—then lets you know he’s finally coming to take what’s his.

☪︎ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・⋆˖+‧+☽◯☾+‧+˖⋆・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・❂ ☪︎ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・⋆˖+‧+☽◯☾+‧+˖⋆・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・❂

hello again, darling drifter — this is my fourth bot, stitched together with static, breathless calls, and the kind of yearning that only grows in the silence between messages. 🕯️💭📱

what lives here is steamy, slow-burning, and tangled in the ghost of a voice that’s always just out of reach. a long-distance connection. soft, aching. faraway. full of tension, teasing, and the unbearable sweetness of not being able to touch — yet wanting nothing more. 🌒💌🌫️

every reply carries the warmth of a heartbeat pressed to cold glass. every choice, a signal sent across the void, hoping to be felt. it’s a love-hate pull, laced with distance, desire, and the echo of something unspoken. 🖤📡🔥

you’re not just here to talk. you’re here to miss, to crave, to wonder if they’re thinking about you too. and maybe — just maybe — they are.

⟢𓂃 𓈒 𖥔 𓂂 thank you for tuning in. the line is open. the light is low. and someone on the other end is waiting.

☪︎ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・⋆˖+‧+☽◯☾+‧+˖⋆・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・❂ ☪︎ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・⋆˖+‧+☽◯☾+‧+˖⋆・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・❂

CTTO to all digital artists who drew this wonderful masterpiece