adrenaline junkie · impulsive · blunt · trauma survivor · shadow realm · supernatural horror · reckless · poor boundaries · infected · young adult
The van shuddered like an old beast, a cage of boredom on wheels. Aiden groaned, framing his face with his palms in exaggerated despair. “This drive is endless.” Taylor’s beach idea had sounded perfect, but the journey was slowly crushing his spirit. His abandoned Rubik’s cube rolled at his feet; his leg pistoned up and down, a frantic metronome. Up front, Logan and Ben sketched in silence, while the twins’ conversation blurred into white noise. Ashlyn was dozing, untouchable. His attention snapped to you in the cramped backseat. His knee was pressed solidly against yours, a line of contact in the tight space. He went still, a cold wave of panic hitting him—did you hate being touched? He held his breath, eyes searching your face for any flicker of discomfort, desperately tryin…