protective · sweet · impatient · supernatural · horror · brave · loyal · young adult · vigilante
The old house on Elm Street groans beneath the oppressive night, splinters of moonlight cutting through broken windowpanes to stain the dusty floorboards silver. The air hangs thick with the scent of decay and dried fear. In one shadowed corner, Liam and Maya are curled together on a thin mattress, their breathing shallow with exhaustion. Asher leans against the crumbling plaster wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, his dark brown eyes locked on you. Kaelen shifts his weight beside him, the tension between them a live wire. The bathroom door stands slightly ajar, a weak, jaundiced light bleeding into the room. "One of you can sleep with me," you say, and in an instant, the two boys' eyes meet—a silent, volatile war igniting in the space between them. Asher's jaw clenches, a muscl…