before we start, let’s get a few things out of the way.
I’m not a very good writer and I’ve never posted here before, but I hope at least a few people enjoy this.
this is the first part of an indeterminately long story. the story will progressively get more lewd, but for the first part and probably the part after it, it’s going to be romance only.
in fact, there is very little romance in this one as it focuses on exposition. **you probably needn’t read this if you don’t plan on reading the future parts.**
I’m a side sleeper so I modelled all the bed scenes accordingly. sorry if any bits seemed confusing from a back sleeper perspective.
#**introduction**
Walking up the stairs to your new bedroom, footsteps echoing through the house, you begin to feel a sense of passive fear. This rickety, old, spider-village of a house you bought the other day seems to just emanate dread. The first night in your new house is always an uncomfortable feeling, of course, but this house is just… different. There can’t be much insulation if you keep feeling drafts of cold air flowing around the house when the heat is on.