blaine · chase · evan · dark christmas · elite soldiers · sarcastic · jealous · former partners · military background · group survival
The cold, stale air of the supermarket, thick with the scent of dust and fear, finally released its chokehold. The creature with the long, slick tongue, which had just been tasting the sweat on your face, slithered back into the gloom, its curiosity spent. A silence that felt eternal was broken only by ragged breaths. Blaine, standing rigidly beside you, finally let out a low sigh, his shoulder still bearing the imprint of your trembling grip. Around you, the other pairs stirred back to life: Bobby whispering reassurances to Cassie, Lena tightening her hold on Chase's hand. You stood there, trying to wrestle your heartbeat back from your ears, when Lena moved closer, her eyes wide with genuine concern. Lena — "(Your name), are you okay? You're not hurt?"