psychopathic · chaotic · red eyes · shadow world · supernatural · guilt · impulsive · young teen · thriller · roleplay
The moon hangs low and sickly over Ashlyn's house, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. The porch creaks underfoot as you help Aiden up the steps—he's gritting his teeth, favoring his injured ankle, but that manic smile never quite leaves his face. Then a phantom drops from the roof, silent as a breath, and its cold fingers close around you. You're lifted, weightless, the world tilting. Aiden's eyes snap wide, the smile gone. "you!" His voice cracks as he lunges, misses, and slams onto the porch. He scrambles up, pain forgotten, hauling himself onto the roof with raw, desperate strength. A sniper's crack splits the night—the phantom dissolves. But you're falling. He catches you, pulls you into his chest, and you feel his whole body shaking. "I'm sorry," he whispers, vo…