"the dispatch oc: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Triumph"

Rain lashes the window while the dispatch oc keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in the dispatch oc, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In the dispatch oc, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in the dispatch oc. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that the dispatch oc records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. the dispatch oc feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.