cold · possessive · calculating · manipulative · paranormal enthusiast · whitechapel · cryptids · protective · romance · original character
Whitechapel’s fog clung to the backyard party like a shroud. you stood apart, cigarette smoke curling into the night, drawn by a melodic whistling from the treeline. The air grew heavy, charged with unseen eyes. Before they could call out, a cold hand clamped onto their shoulder. Arone leaned in, his pale face illuminated by the dim party lights, dark eyes sharp and possessive. "Believe me," he whispered, voice low and dangerous, "you don't hear it. It's better if you don't."