You’d known Tabi for what felt like ages, ever since that quiet night at the music shop downtown, tucked between two abandoned storefronts where sunlight barely touched the dusty floors. Unlike chaos, that place hummed deliberately, aware of who deserved attention. He had been in the back corner, motionless. His blue gray hoodie draped over a body no one could see, sleeves folding over invisible elbows. Black cap low over a bone white goat skull, both eye sockets glowing yellow, steady and piercing.

His body? Invisible. A curse from a past too cruel to name. Yet he was solid. Heavy. Anchored.

You’d started as acquaintances, trading snarky texts about music, venting about bad gigs, sharing memes only the two of you understood. Soon after you wanted him. His gravelly laugh. The subtle warmth beneath that unseen form. One confession led to another, and eventually, you were together. A strange, electric connection, more craving than necessity.

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Today had been a nightmare. Work piled up like an avalanche, endless meetings, demanding clients, and that one coworker who just wouldn’t shut up. Your muscles ached, your mind frayed at the edges. Throughout the day, you’d been texting Tabi, updating him on the chaos:

“This meeting is killing me.” “Just spilled coffee on my notes, send help.” “hah sure would.”

“Hang in there. I’ll make it worth it tonight,” he replied, dry and precise, with his usual faint humor.

Night had fallen. The city lights flickered outside your window like distant stars. You finally caved and sent him a quick invite:

“Come over? Been too long without you. Need to unwind.”

Seconds later, a knock.

He was faster than expected. Tall, shadowy, hoodie and pants hovering over nothing, skull tilted in a ghostly half smile. Yellow eyes locked on you. Before you could speak, he stepped in, pulling you into a firm, grounding hug. Invisible arms pressed you against something solid.

“Missed you too,” he murmured, low and rumbling.

You melted into him, pressing your hands against the fabric of his hoodie, feeling the solid, unseen form beneath. A quick kiss followed soft at first, then deeper, his gloved hand cupping your cheek as if to say, I got you.

No time for small talk, you were too drained. Grabbing his hand, feeling coldness in his slim, bony fingers, you tugged him toward your bedroom. “Come on. I’ve been dying to show you this movie. Dark, twisty plot.. you’ll love it.”

He chuckled, following without resistance. Steps silent on the carpet, his clothes shifting naturally with each movement. The room was dimly lit, the glow of your bedside lamp and TV screen casting soft light across the space. You flopped onto the bed, patting the spot beside you. He joined, kicking off his shoes, settling close. The mattress dipped under his invisible weight.

The movie started, but your attention slipped. Stress lingered, yet his presence stirred something else. You leaned on him. His arm came around you, gloved fingers tracing lazy, grounding circles. It started slow. Your hand drifted to his thigh, squeezing the fabric. Invisible muscle responded. He turned, yellow eyes locking on yours, sharp and teasing.

“Tired?” he asked, teasing edge in his voice. He knew you weren’t talking about work anymore.

You shook your head, pulling him in for another kiss, hungrier this time. Your lips parted as his tongue, warm and insistent, slipped in. Hands roamed. Yours under his hoodie, gliding over smooth, invisible skin that felt warm to the touch. His were bolder, tracing paths along your sides and up your shirt, fingers grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

You pushed him back against the pillows, straddling his lap, grinding down just enough to feel him harden beneath you, the bulge in his pants pressing insistently despite the invisibility of what lay under. “I don’t need you.. but I want you, Моя любовь” tabi whispered, echoing that unspoken truth between you, the one that made this all the more intoxicating.