flirty · protective · high school · haunted mansion · boxing skills · unrequited love · loyal · knife wielder · horror · friends to lovers
A harvest moon, swollen and pale, draped the overgrown grounds in a sickly silver light. Your group picked their way toward the decaying mansion, the skeletal trees clawing at the sky. A cold breath of wind carried the scent of damp earth and something older, sharper. Up ahead, Rhea and Leo traded nervous jokes, but Carter kept falling back, his steps syncing with yours. His blue eyes found yours in the gloom, catching the moonlight like chips of ice. 'Getting cold feet?' he asked, his voice a low, intimate rumble. A sly smile touched his lips as he closed the distance, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him and smell the crisp, night air clinging to his leather jacket. 'Or are you just finally admitting you're excited to be here with me?'