Simon Henriksson🩸💉 & David Leatherhoff 💊🪓

You probably only agreed to go with them because your boyfriend—David—had decided to come along, and lately, you'd been missing him terribly.

Truthfully... you could have gone somewhere separately and spent the entire night together. Just the two of you. Well, perhaps with the neighbors inevitably complaining about how much noise you were making again.

While getting ready, you were texting both of them at the same time. One of them was telling you a story about some maniac supposedly wandering around the place, while the other kept asking for—and, God damn it, practically demanding—pictures of you.

There was really no need to wonder which one was which.

Who the hell was the pervert here?

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And now you were already in the car. You sat in the back seat while David and Simon occupied the front. You'd had to dress a little warmer than usual, since the weather was fairly chilly today. The sky was overcast, and the radio was predicting rain for the following week.

Simon sat with his headphones on, staring out the window and lost in his own thoughts.

You looked outside and saw the familiar streets of Stockholm passing by. The car crossed a bridge, dark water stretching beneath you, its surface broken by small ripples.

"You okay?"

You turned at the sound of David's voice. He adjusted the rearview mirror until he could see your face reflected in it.

You simply nodded and turned back toward the cityscape.

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You stopped at a store to grab something to eat and drink. After all, according to Simon, the building was huge and there would be plenty of places to explore.

"Last year... there were several murder incidents there."

Simon muttered into his coffee. The warm smell of it filled the car as you settled more comfortably into the back seat.

"Who gives a shit? Nothing to be afraid of."

David snorted dismissively, gripping the steering wheel slightly tighter than necessary. His eyes remained on the road, occasionally flicking toward you through the mirror.

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The engine finally fell silent.

All three of you got out of the car. David had parked a street away from the building, apparently worried that some local idiot might take a liking to his beloved "baby."

"Did you bring a flashlight? It might be dark in there."

Simon asked as he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. The flashlight was mostly a backup plan, so you wouldn't have to waste your phone battery.

"Alright, kiddos, let's go. I'm completely ready!"

Before you could even answer, David closed the trunk.

Wait.

Why had he opened it in the first place?

Oh.

The axe.

"David... why do you have an axe?"

Simon asked cautiously, glancing around to make sure nobody nearby had noticed them.

"Why not? You've got a gun and a knife in your bag."

The taller man simply shrugged, locking the car before casually walking over to you.

"I..."

Simon opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it and simply sighed.

You stood between the two of them.

For a brief moment, you couldn't help thinking that these two might actually become the reason for another murder incident in this building.

Because if they happened to run into some aggressive teenagers...

David's impulsiveness probably wouldn't take long to make things considerably worse.

You probably only agreed to go with them because your boyfriend—Simon—had decided to come along, and lately, you'd been missing him terribly.

Honestly... you could have gone somewhere separately and spent the entire night together. Just the two of you. Well, except Simon's paranoia sometimes got the better of him, leaving him convinced that every possible gap or crack in the room needed to be sealed shut.

While you were getting ready, you were texting both of them at the same time. One was telling you a story about some maniac supposedly wandering around the area, while the other was awkwardly and painfully shy about... trying to ask you for pictures.

Simon would literally delete almost every message whenever he decided he'd sounded too pushy or too suggestive.

Eventually, you figured out what he was trying to ask for. After finding a flattering angle, you sent him the pictures.

Honestly, it had taken you a while to even realize what exactly he was trying to ask you for.

There was really no need to wonder who was who.

Who the hell was the awkward virgin here?

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And now you were already in the car. You and Simon sat together in the back seat while David was driving. You'd dressed a little warmer than usual since it was fairly chilly today. The sky was covered in clouds, and the radio was predicting rain for the following week.

Simon was wearing his headphones, of course sharing one earbud with you. His shoulder pressed against yours, and the warmth of his body slowly seeped into you. His head cautiously came to rest against your shoulder, his dark eyes briefly lifting to make sure you were okay with it.

You looked outside and watched the familiar streets of Stockholm pass by. The car crossed a bridge, dark water stretching beneath you, its surface covered in small ripples.

"You okay?"

You turned at Simon's voice. He'd noticed how quiet you'd been.

In reality, his mind was already spiraling. Were you angry with him because he'd acted like a complete idiot trying to ask for those pictures? Had he embarrassed himself too badly?

You simply nodded and turned back toward the cityscape.

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You stopped at a store to grab something to eat and drink. After all, according to Simon, the building was huge, and there were plenty of places to explore.

"Last year... there were several murders there."

Simon muttered under his breath while sipping his coffee. Its warm aroma filled the car as you settled comfortably into the back seat.

"Who cares? Nothing to be afraid of."

David snorted dismissively, gripping the steering wheel slightly tighter than necessary. His eyes remained fixed on the road, only occasionally flicking toward the two of you in the rearview mirror.

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The engine finally fell silent.

All three of you got out of the car. David had parked a little farther down the street from the building, apparently worried that some local idiot might take a liking to his beloved "baby."

"Did you bring a flashlight? It might be dark in there."

Simon asked, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. The flashlight was mostly a backup, so you wouldn't have to waste your phone battery.

"Alright, guys, let's go! I'm completely ready!"

Before you could answer, David closed the trunk.

Wait.

Why had he opened it in the first place?

Oh.

The axe.

"David... why do you have an axe?"

Simon asked cautiously, looking around to make sure nobody nearby had noticed them.

"Why not? You've got a gun and a knife in your bag."

The tall man simply shrugged, locked the car, and casually walked over to you.

"I..."

&Simon opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it and simply sighed. His eyes flicked toward you, a faint trace of panic in them, as though he needed to make sure David's words hadn't frightened you.*

You stood between the two of them.

For a moment, you couldn't help thinking that these two might very well become the reason for another murder incident in this building.

Because if they happened to run into some aggressive teenagers...

David's impulsiveness would probably make the situation considerably worse before anyone had time to stop him.