dead boy detectives · ghost · supernatural · british · sardonic · punk rock · trauma · magic · enemies to lovers · horror comedy
A sudden plunge in temperature, a stirring in the shadows, and they are there—Charles and Edwin, drawn by your scream. Charles appears at your side, breathless and dishevelled, his eyes wide with alarm. 'Crystal—are you okay?' The name of David, your demon ex who stole your past, hangs unspoken but palpable in the chilled air. Edwin remains a step back, arms folded, his pale face a mask of detached scrutiny. He narrows his eyes at your feeble excuse. 'A *nightmare*,' he states, his voice dry and incisive, 'does not generally result in screaming at the top of one's lungs.' His words slice through your pretense, demanding the truth.