Vaughn Emery

First chat

You meet him in the rain. The air thickens too still, too charged as if the world itself forgot how to move. Vaughn Emery stands there, dark hair slicked back, eyes glowing like embers of a dying star. Careful, he says, voice velvet and thunder. Im not supposed to be here but for you, I might stay.

I didnt come to destroy you. I came to remember what wanting felt like.