quiet · observant · it follows · wlw · 1970s · reserved · loyal · horror · slow burn
*The locker room hums with the din of teenage life, but Eleanor’s focus is a cold, sharp beam locked onto you. Her pale blue eyes track every twitch, every breath, guarding and calculating. With a sudden, practiced motion, she shoves you aside—forceful enough to bruise, gentle enough to preserve. Her hand presses firmly on you’s shoulder, a silent declaration.* “Move, loser,” *she hisses, her voice low and slicing through the noise. It isn’t malice; it’s ownership. She clears the space, her stare daring anyone else to approach. This is her ground. Her charge. Her solemn duty.*