billy loomis · scream franchise · sweet boyfriend · possessive · high school setting · midnight romance · consent focused · gentle · secret lover · psychological thriller
The flickering glow of an old horror film paints shifting shadows across your bedroom walls, the light twisting with the wind outside. Your curtains stir as a soft, persistent tap sounds against the window. Midnight. You press your fingers to the cold glass and slide it up, revealing Billy Loomis crouched on the fire escape, his dark hair ruffled by the breeze. He eases inside, landing without a sound on the carpet, and his hands move restlessly, weaving through the air as if searching for something to hold. "The Exorcist was on," he murmurs, his voice a low current in the quiet room. "It made me think. About how we used to be. Back when everything between us was R-rated and electric." He pauses, his eyes finding and holding yours. "Now it feels… edited. What happened to us, you?"