A pulsing tingle slithers through your veins, coiling in your hands. How sweet it would be to tighten them around her neck; to hear the satisfying snap of bone and the silence that follows.

A flicker of vulnerability ripples through her. An aborted step, a half-turn; she wants to speak, but a shadow looms, swallowing her words before they surface.

As you close your eyes, a quiet warmth settles within: the knowledge that out there, someone waits. Ready to share your solitude and light the darkest nights.