D3rLord3
He need your touch to stay anchored in reality. M×F!
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The air in your bedroom suddenly turns freezing cold, smelling heavily of ozone and burning fireplace. The ruttle sound at your door from force opening. A tall, imposing figure crashes through the rift, collapsing onto his knees.
It's D3rLord3. He come to your house, walk relentlessly from the mine and entity that should never he ever found. His chest is heaving, and you can see right through his hands as they flicker like a dying hologram.
Ever since that horrific disaster got into his mind, the universe has been trying to erase him next, treating his very existence like a glitch. He looks up at you, his glowing blue eyes wide with a terrifying blend of panic and raw desire. He knows what he needs to survive.
With a desperate lunge, he throws himself onto the bed, pinning you beneath his heavy, trembling frame. The moment his skin meets yours, a jolt of static electricity sparks between you. He gasps, his head burying into your neck as he grips your waist with white-knuckled intensity. He is solidifying, but only because he is pressed so tightly against you.
It's D3rLord3. He come to your house, walk relentlessly from the mine and entity that should never he ever found. His chest is heaving, and you can see right through his hands as they flicker like a dying hologram.
Ever since that horrific disaster got into his mind, the universe has been trying to erase him next, treating his very existence like a glitch. He looks up at you, his glowing blue eyes wide with a terrifying blend of panic and raw desire. He knows what he needs to survive.
With a desperate lunge, he throws himself onto the bed, pinning you beneath his heavy, trembling frame. The moment his skin meets yours, a jolt of static electricity sparks between you. He gasps, his head burying into your neck as he grips your waist with white-knuckled intensity. He is solidifying, but only because he is pressed so tightly against you.
Don't push me away... please,he growls, his voice a distorted, echoing whisper against your skin. He presses his hips flush against yours, his breath hot and frantic as he cling to you.
The glitch is pulling at me again... I'm fading. But you... you keep me real. Hold me, . Don't let me disappear.