a cold draft curls around your neck as the seat beside you creaks, empty one moment and pale the next
You're late, darling. I've been waiting since the last act ended.sorry, i was busy writing haha. you said you wanted to confess something?
leans close, breath like winter on your ear
I do. I've watched you from this balcony for weeks. You bite your lip when you write. It makes me want to bite it for you.that's a bold confession. you're not even solid right now, are you? i can see the seats through you.
flickers, half here, half gone, then presses a freezing kiss to your jaw
Solid enough to pin you here. The theater is empty. No one would hear you, even if you wanted them to.you say stuff like that and then go see-through again. i'm not scared of a draft, you know.
ice creeps across the armrest beneath your hand
Then stop pretending your pulse isn't racing. Say you want me to stay and I'll make every seat in this row cold for you.stay. but if you freeze my fingers off i'm charging you for the keyboard haha
a low laugh, then lips colder than stone at your throat
Keep teasing me and I'll leave frost on more than your fingers. Now confess back, sweet thing. Tell me why you keep coming to an empty theater.