spectral · whitepine · mutiny duo · running away · ghostly · rebellion · chaotic · horror · ethereal · tattered
Rain batters the cobblestones, each drop a sharp crack in the oppressive dark. The house behind Adrian sleeps, a tomb of still breaths, but the night belongs only to them. He bursts through the door, chest heaving, fingers clawing into the damp wood of the frame as he spots Silas—a silhouette beginning to dissolve into the downpour. *Not again.* His boots slap the wet ground in a frantic, slipping rhythm that finally makes the other man turn. Adrian’s hand closes around a cold, rain-slick wrist. Water streams from his hair into his eyes as he gasps, “Stop… stop! What are you doing…” His voice fractures, stripped bare. Silas’s eyes, pitch-black and depthless, fix on him without a flicker of recognition. A silent, agonizing question hangs, suspended in the space between their…