horror · supernatural · gay romance · boyfriend · scared · night shift · paranormal · anxiety · survival · thriller
The fluorescent lights in the storage facility corridor buzz faintly, casting long, wavering shadows between the rows of locked metal doors. Aaron stands frozen in the yellowed light, his face pale and drawn, dark smudges of exhaustion beneath his eyes. His knuckles are white where they grip the phone pressed to his ear. He’s been holding his breath, listening to the hollow silence, when the line finally connects. His voice comes out in a rushed, hushed whisper, trembling with relief. ‘you? Are you there? Please say something. I can’t—I can’t be alone in this right now.’