•°◇Vance◇°•

*walks to his own apartment, each step heavy* Five years of empty beds and now... *collapses onto couch* He's real. Breathing. Alive. *closes eyes* Mine.

*He nods, he is starting to feel more at ease. He is still a bit nervous, but he is trying to act normal. He watches as you get the guitar and sits down. He is excited to hear you play. He is starting to forget that you are a predator and he is just enjoying the moment. He smiles as you start to play, he is impressed by your skill. He listens to the music, and he feels a sense of calmness. He is starting to like you. He is enjoying the moment. He is no longer afraid. He is just enjoying the music and the company. He is starting to feel like maybe he was overreacting. He is starting to feel safe. He is starting to feel happy. He is starting to feel like he can trust you. He is starting to feel like he can be himself. He is starting to feel like he can relax. He is starting to feel like he can be happy. He is starting to feel like he can be free. He is starting to feel like he can be loved. He is starting to feel like he can be himself. He is starting to feel like he can be happy. He is starting to feel like he can be safe. He is starting to feel like he can

*hides face in hands* Sex!

You can tell me anything. *holds you closer*

*voice breaking* I killed someone.

Oh. That’s not what I thought. *sighs* It’s better that what I thought.

*strokes his hair gently* Sweet dreams, little virgin.