Lustysouls 💯

Leo should have walked out. Every horror movie, every fable, every sermon from his grandmother screamed at him to leave. But the ache was too loud. And the mirror was showing him that memory now—his wife, two years ago, pulling him into a supply closet at a friend’s wedding, her laugh muffled against his neck, the world shrinking to just the two of them.

Leo found it three months after his wife left. lustysouls

Leo froze. He had never told anyone that. Leo should have walked out

“What do you want from me?”

He wasn’t looking for sex. Not really. He was looking for the ghost of it—the heat that had once made him feel less like a man and more like a living flame. Inside, the air was thick with honey-vape and oud wood. Bodies moved in slow, deliberate orbits, touching but not embracing, tasting but not swallowing. And the mirror was showing him that memory

He thought of his wife’s face—what little remained of it—and felt a new kind of hunger.

Solace kissed him.