K.S. Murphy (they/them)

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Bi.🏳️‍🌈 Femme Nonbinary🏳️‍⚧️. Writer🧑🏻‍💻. Reader📚. Married👰🏻‍♀️. Parent🧑🏻‍🍼. Disabled👩🏻‍🦽‍➡️. Oldie but goodie 🤭Find my queer romance books at murphybooks.com

“I happen to like my shape,” he said, falling into step next to them, fingers fanned over his heart as though suggesting otherwise would be outrageous and insulting.
Chase didn’t break stride. They didn’t even spare him a side eye.
“I know. You’ve designed the entire performance around it. The voice, the walk, the perfectly time glances. All curated to work when the audience participates.”
“And you won’t?” Lust asked. “Is that it?”
That did earn him a glance. Level. Unhurried. The kind of look that felt like a pause in the air. Not an offer, not a gift. Simply a person, solid and self-possessed, standing in a play of shadow and light.
“No,” Chase said. “Because I don’t want what you’re offering.”

Text image reads: The chair vibrated beneath him. A low, harmonic hum filled the air, resonating deep in his chest. His heartbeat stumbled to match it.
“Memory tethering will begin on my command. You may experience minor disorientation, synaptic hallucinations, or collapse.”
Colton’s breath hitched.
He wasn’t ready. He didn’t know what they wanted or what they were going to do.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
The voice gave no countdown. No warning.
And then the world around him abruptly shattered.