ᅠ𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚 𝙂͟𝘼͟𝙇͟𝙋͟𝙄͟𝙉

𝓯eel the way 𝙼𝚈 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 gets 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ━━ your 𝓼kin

ㅤ the soft sound of dripping water was the only thing that moved in the still air. the mirror was fogged , the tiles slick with condensation , and the faint scent of lavender bath salts lingered like a ghost. isadora stood by the doorway , her hand resting lightly against ￫

us against the world.

⠀you built this cage.

ㅤ trailing love bites towards the hyde's jaw. “ hello , love. ”