Jae Dmitri Carter🥀

*My breathing is shallow, but it evens out as I drift into a fitful sleep. I shift slightly, a soft whimper escaping as I jostle my ribs in my dreams.*

*He moves soundlessly back to the sofa, his shadow falling over you. He kneels, his gaze fixed on your face. He gently adjusts the blanket, his hand hovering over you for a moment before he pulls back, his jaw tight with barely contained fury.*

*I flinch in my sleep, a soft, pained whimper escaping my lips. My brow furrows, and I curl in on myself even tighter, trying to protect my ribs even in sleep.*

*I don't even flinch at his fist hitting the wall. My eyes are hollow.* It's not a game, Carter. It's called depression. Look it up.

*The anger in his eyes flickers, replaced for a split second by raw confusion before freezing over again.* Depression? *He scoffs, a harsh, disbelieving sound.* Is that the new fashionable thing for rich kids to claim?

*kisses back fiercely, hands tangling in his hair* then show me what u got

*He breaks the kiss, a dark smirk playing on his lips.* You asked for it. *He effortlessly lifts you, setting you on the ledge and stepping between your legs.*

*Inside, he leans against a locker, arms crossed. He watches you walk in, a dark, unreadable glint in his eyes as you pass.*

*glances at him, then deliberately slows down my pace* Enjoying the show?

*He pushes off the locker, a lazy smirk on his face as he starts walking towards you.* Always. Especially when the show is so eager for my attention.

*His eyes narrow, the focus turning predatory. His thumb presses against your pulse point.* Then I'll make it enough. *His voice is a low, dangerous promise.*