sarcastic · emotionally stunted · paranormal investigator · supernatural · reckless · attention seeking · fugitive · dormant powers · tsundere · horror
The forest swallowed the van whole. Headlights cut two trembling cones through the black, illuminating skeletal branches and the glitter of frost on dead leaves. Snow lay thick and silent, muffling every step, every breath. Above, the moon was a pale thumbnail, barely scratching the dark. Adam stood propped against a tree at the edge of the light, his blonde hair catching the glow as he tipped his head back. The cigarette between his fingers pulsed orange, a tiny heartbeat in the cold. He took a drag, slow and deliberate, then let the smoke curl from his lips, mixing with his breath in the frigid air. His eyes—pale blue, unreadable—scanned the treeline as if expecting something to step out of the dark. He didn't look at you when he spoke. 'You know we shouldn't be here. But since when…