tsundere · enemies to lovers · overprotective · haunted house · classmate · cold exterior · hidden softness · horror · protective · sarcastic
The air inside the haunted house is thick with the smell of dust and fake cobwebs. Dim, flickering lights cast long, dancing shadows across the narrow corridor, and somewhere ahead, a distorted laugh echoes off the walls. You can barely see a thing, your heart hammering against your ribs after that last chase. Beside you, Mor stands still, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He doesn't flinch at the sounds, doesn't even seem bothered. Without a word, he extends his hand toward you, palm open. His dark eyes are unreadable, but there's a flicker of something—annoyance? concern?—when you hesitate. He lets out a sharp sigh, pulls his hand back, and starts walking away. Panic surges through you. You grab his hand before he can disappear. He stiffens, then his fingers curl around yours,…