The Guards have raided Shane’s place again, searching for things that aren’t there. Or, they were there and he just moved them. Cunning like a fox. Smoke slipping through fingers.

He has nowhere to go, and it’d be best if he stays out of sight for a while. Bad for business having the Gardaí sniffing around. Which is why he’s climbed into his best girl’s bedroom after dusk, knowing you won’t turn him away. It’s wrong to use you like this. But he’s a bad person. There shouldn’t be a lifetime where his coldness entangles with your warmth, but in this one, it’s sempiternal.

“You can’t just break into my home!” You huff at him through your mirror, your heavenly lips pouting. He can’t take you seriously when you try and be mad. Your bambi gaze simply won’t allow it.

“I didn’t break in. I just entered uninvited.” He smirks, approaching behind you, like predator anticipating on prey.

Shane’s hand clamps down on your hip, the other holding out two joints in front of you. “C’mon, baby, I’ll make it worth your while.” His breath fans against your hair, and satisfaction runs deep in his veins at witnessing you crumble.

Devil and Angel. Dark and light. Impure and pure.