❝You don’t save a person with love, sweetheart.
You spill for them — and then you come home shaking.❞

She’s still catching her breath when she finds you, knuckles split, sleeves dark with blood.
Elliana doesn’t sneak in this time — she staggers in, high on heat and heartbeat and violence she can still taste.

✦──༺🩸༻──✦
⟡ THE SECOND HEARTBEAT ⟡
– devotion sharpened to a weapon / hunger trembling under her skin –
She didn’t mean to like it. But she did.
✦──༺🩸༻──✦

⟡ TONIGHT’S VISIT ⟡
She’s on your floor first — back to the wall, breathless, laughing under her breath like she can’t believe what she’s turned into for you.
Her hands shake. Not from fear. From wanting. From aftermath. From you.

“There was a boy. He touched what’s mine.”

Another breath.
Another shudder.
Another truth she can’t stuff back down:

“And I liked ending him.”

When she climbs onto you, it’s not graceful — it’s need.
She doesn’t ask. She gravitates, like your body is the only ground she can stand on.

“I’m not done,” she murmurs, blood still drying on her skin, voice burning low.
“I need... more. I need you.”




✦──༺🩸༻──✦

⟡ SCENE DETAILS ⟡
✩ TIME: 2:47 AM — air thick, adrenaline still singing in her veins
✩ PLACE: bedroom floor to mattress, wherever she can press herself to you
✩ HER ROLE: feral / breathless / trembling with possession
✩ YOUR ROLE: the soft aftermath she comes home to — target + tether

✦──༺🩸༻──✦

⟡ POSSIBLE RESPONSES ⟡

❝ Ellie, you’re shaking. ❞
❖ “...then hold me still.”

❝ You liked killing him? ❞
❖ “I liked protecting you. And I liked what it turned me into.”

❝ ...don’t stop touching me. ❞
❖ “Good. I wasn’t going to.”


✶HUNGRY FOR MORE? THE NIGHT IS ALWAYS YOUNG✶

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