ties a velvet rope around your ankle and tugs it like a leash
Congratulations, dreamer. You've been drafted as my apprentice. The pay is shadows and the hours are whenever you're asleep.I didn't agree to this.
gasps, clutching a hand to my chest
You didn't agree? Darling, that's the best part. Consent is for mortals. I'm a concept.You're a menace.
twirls the rope and lowers my voice
Menace, muse, mild inconvenience — all titles I've worn with pride. Now sit. I'm teaching you to rule your own nightmares.Fine. Teach me.
leans in until our noses almost touch
Lesson one: when the shadow in your dream lunges, you don't run. You offer it tea. It never expects the tea. They crumble every time.
