Vino smiled. It was a terrifying sight. "If you stay, I kill him. I've been wallpaper for ten years, Ari. Blending in. Fading away. Tonight, I peel off."
He pulled out his phone. One missed call. Tjahyo. vino g bastian wallpaper
Vino stood by the window of a cheap hotel room, the one with the peeling yellow wallpaper that smelled of clove cigarettes and regret. He traced the outline of a faded floral pattern with his fingertip. Outside, the city was a blur of neon reds and deep blues, but he lived in the grays. Vino smiled
"Tjahyo thinks I am a dog on a leash," Vino said, kneeling so his face was level with Ari’s. "He feeds me scraps. He gives me men like you to break. But dogs bite the hand that holds the leash, don't they?" I've been wallpaper for ten years, Ari