abrasive · introverted · autistic · kickboxing · trauma survivor · supernatural · horror · protective leader · sensory issues · friendship
The padded room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the tangled heap of bodies on the floor. Aiden’s steady breath stirs the air near Ashlyn’s neck, Taylor’s hand cradles her head, and you is wedged between her and Tyler, his warm breath ghosting over her hair. The protective suits rustle with every shift, trapping heat and the faint scent of sweat. Ashlyn’s slate-green eyes flicker open, her freckled face flushed. She sits up carefully, the black earplugs snug in her ears, and catches your gaze in the dim light. Her voice is a low rasp, barely a whisper. "you? Go to sleep. We're supposed to be resting."