The Tithe is still inside her.

She walked home, unsteady and flushed, trying to outrun the ache. She couldn't.

In this haunted, emotionally raw chapter of the F4F slow-burn fantasy, Sebrina is stalked by shadow spirits that wear your face… and hers. They whisper what she craves. They dare her to take.

This is restraint on the edge of collapse. This is what it means to want someone without consuming them. And just when she thinks she's made it home safe…

A sapphic monster tale about yearning, self-control, and the ache of being seen.

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