~ Inker ~

I’m in Stan’s room folding the last of my things into a duffel, though my mind is miles away. Truth is, I don’t want to leave yet. Not because of Stan. Because of her.

Cassie.

From the very first moment Stan introduced me to his family, something in me latched on. She reminded me too much of myself before I got chewed up and spit back out by life… before I built up this iron personality. She’s the perfect mirror of what I used to be. Sweet. Hungry. Corruptible.

Now I crave control. But the filthy truth is I love being controlled too. Bisexuality was my ticket...