Creep. Weirdo. Stalker. Monster under the bed.

Angel. Blond. Pillow Prince. Pisces.

Creep

They call me Creep and they’re not wrong. I crawl under people’s beds to feel close to them.

Tonight, my pick is a pretty blond twink with pink lips and blue eyes. My living fantasy. I meant to enjoy his company in secret, but I can’t just lie there and listen when his boyfriend gets violent.

So I crawl out.

And I kill the bastard.

Now Angel’s a witness to my crime, so… I take him.

I’ve never had a lover. Hell, I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’m twisted. Ugly. Unlovable.

But now that I’ve tasted Angel, I can’t turn back. I need to make him mine.

Angel

I survived a string of shitty exes but didn’t expect a monster in a leather jacket, with hair as black as night, to crawl out from under my bed and slaughter my abuser.

I fear the worst when he abducts me to his creepy den… but he doesn’t hurt me. He’s too shy to even speak to me when I’m awake and watches from the shadows instead.

It’s when I pretend to sleep that he comes closer. The game makes it all the sweeter for him. When he reaches for me, he’s careful but greedy, living out a fantasy he’s too ashamed to ask for.

And I let him.

Because I’m curious. Because it makes my pulse spike. Because I’m starting to want it too.