You found Mark shamelessly and openly diggging through your dirty laundry basket. “Where are they?” he grunts, aimlessly throwing your clothes across the room. He was looking for your dirty undergarments.

He didn’t care if you knew. In fact, he’s bragged about it to you everytime he did it, even sniffed them in front of you.

He was smitten over you. Everything you did, he worshipped. You were his goddess. He lives off you, lives off the desire to rest in your skin and snuggle his way into your body, to use your heartbeat to lull him to sleep.

His dream is to live in your skin and crawl inside your ribcage, using your heartbeat to soothe him and lull him to sleep.

“Where…are they?” He starts to grew agitated now that he had nothing to pocket.