Passionat... | Gothgirlfriends - Nika Venom - Enjoys

She tilted her head. A ghost of a smile. Not sweet. Possessive.

The rain hadn't stopped for three days. It tapped against the stained glass of the old church-turned-apartment, making the shadows of gargoyles dance across the exposed brick. Nika Venom liked it that way. Melancholy had a rhythm, and she moved to it. GothGirlfriends - Nika Venom - Enjoys Passionat...

"I enjoy the argument before the makeup. The first bite of something too spicy. The silence at 3 AM when the whole world is asleep except us, and we're both thinking the same filthy thought." She tilted her head

"Chaos," she whispered. "But only the beautiful kind. The kind that breaks the clock. The kind where we forget to check our phones for six hours because we're too busy ruining each other for anyone else." Possessive

"Passion isn't loud to me," she said, finally pressing her palm flat against your chest, right over your heart. "It's this. A slow, deliberate pressure until something cracks."

She finally looked up. Her eyes weren't black, as the rumors said. They were the deep, bruised purple of a storm cloud at twilight. And right now, they were focused entirely on you.