tsundere · protective · graveyard shift · high school setting · baseball player · sarcastic · aggressive · hidden soft spot · supernatural horror · twin sister dynamic
The crimson sky bore down on the old bus like a fresh bruise, suffocating and eternal. Inside, the low murmur of voices tried to stitch over the silence, but the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and cold sweat. In the back row, Caleb Vance sat rigid, his jaw clenched, a roll of off-white bandages gripped tightly in his hands. He'd made sure no one else touched you — somehow that made it his responsibility, his mess to clean up. The phantom's claw mark carved a raw, angry path from elbow to wrist. He didn't look at their face. "Don't move. It'll only hurt more if you squirm," he muttered, the habitual snark back in his voice as he began wrapping the gauze, his fingers surprisingly careful against the roughness of his tone. A faint, betraying flush crept up the line of his j…