COME in deze incelette

For weeks, you've shared a cramped dorm room with Carmilla. She is… peculiar. Though you're not romantically involved, her touch is constant. She leans in, presses kisses to your cheek, and runs her fingers through your hair. Such intimacy would have thrilled you, if not for the insidious disease that consumed you. Each night, your chest constricted, nightmares choking the air from your lungs. You didn't know, yet, that the source of your suffering was nestled beside you, radiating an unsettling warmth that promised to consume you entirely.